Your political opinions are disjointed; the positions you hold in no way line up with the labels you apply to yourself. When you talk about politics, it sounds like someone live-tweeting the writer's room at Last Week Tonight on a particularly unproductive day.
Your every thought was spoon-fed to you by a group of propagandists who want you dead. Every conversation we have feels to me like digging through a pile of excrement looking to find out what a sick animal had for its last meal. That's how distasteful it is, finding the regurgitated chunks of headline you half-understood, and how easy it is to identify the corny chunks of Sam Bee tweets and blood-red WaPo opinion column titles.
When you asked me to read a technical manual and summarize it for you, I empathized with your learning disorder and helped you out - don't you goddamn dare claim what little you've read of contemporary politics or current events is even on the same plane of validity as my own. When you patronizingly say "No one is entitled to their own facts", I agree, but you mean the ones you were given rather than than the Truth. You imagine yourself a free-thinker, a scientist, and the truth is you question nothing and do not think at all.
I know you're trying to justify your position in the company during layoff season, but I have half a mind to make your job look unnecessary instead of helping you prove how necessary it is, even knowing it will make my own long days even longer.
I doubt I'm the only one who ends a day at work feeling like this. If you read it, thanks for listening to me vent.
I recently did my performance eval, which was fun since I've started detaching from wider Woke Capital society and no longer care if I get fired.
Me: "this all seems arbitrary, and my 'self eval' doesn't factor into the process at all, so why make me do it?"
Boss: "so there can be a dialog between us"
Me: "but I have to submit my eval before you're allowed to start yours, and you have to submit yours before we're allowed to have this 'dialog', and nothing can be changed once it's all submitted. And only your eval matters for raises and promotions. Seems like two monologues instead of a 'dialog'
Boss: "why do you have to do this every year?"
It wasn't even a bad eval. Not caring is fun.
It's already backfired on me several times: I keep doing shit I figure is going to kill my career, and they keep promoting me.
Fortunately I grew up kinda poor, so I never learned all the ways middle class people waste money and was able to save like crazy. So the more they pay me, the more I save and the less dependent on their money I am. Which allows me to care even less about my career. So it all works out in my favor.
Edit: when I started out on my own I lived in a neighborhood full of Mexican day laborers, because it didn't make sense to live in a "good school district" like all my coworkers. Now those same coworkers criticize me for not being "diverse and inclusive". I wonder how many of them have lived someplace where you couldn't assume you could speak the same language as your next-door neighbor.
They think you're capable of being cold hearted, when really you're just apathetic to it all.
Keep that facade - if it gets you the money to help you pursue your real goals then I'd say that's time well spent.
My career and work persona serves me, as opposed to the other way around. Sadly I think a number of my coworkers have taken that other approach.