marjorie taylor greene is now invoicing the government for her feelings and my nervous system is literally fried

i can't. i literally can't. i woke up today, did my gratitude journaling, drank my ethically sourced mushroom coffee (the good one from my storefront that doesn't give you the jitters), and tried to set my intentions for a low-demand day. then i opened my feed and was met with the soul-crushing news that representative marjorie taylor greene has submitted a seven-figure invoice to the congressional budget office for 'emotional labor.'

i am not okay. this is a direct attack on my peace.

apparently, the invoice, which is like, 40 pages long, itemizes the 'high-frequency energetic output' required to serve her district. the line items include charges for 'performative outrage during cable news appearances,' 'holding psychic space for constituent grievance,' and a truly unhinged charge for 'somatic dysregulation compensation following exposure to woke agendas.' she's billing the american people for the trauma of being herself. the audacity is just... it's a lot to hold right now.

a leaked memo from a cbo analyst just said, 'we don't have a category for this. is this infrastructure? healthcare? we are seeking guidance.' it's like, the vibes of our entire government are pathologically toxic. the whole system needs to go to therapy, but it would probably try to monetize its breakthrough.

i had to immediately light my favorite palo santo stick (this sustainably harvested bundle is essential for clearing bad energy, link in my bio) just to be able to read the details. she's charging an hourly rate for 'maintaining a state of heightened alert against the deep state,' which is a level of commitment to the bit that i, as a chronically exhausted person, find both terrifying and, low-key, aspirational? imagine having that much energy for a bad vibe.

this whole situation is proof that late-stage capitalism is just weaponized anxiety. we're all out here trying to protect our inner child, and a sitting member of congress is literally trying to get hazard pay for her own feelings. it's so draining, i've had to basically live under my weighted blanket all morning. this specific one from my amazon shop feels like a hug from a cloud that doesn't ask you any questions.

i guess this is the future of work. our jobs are already emotionally demanding enough without our elected officials trying to expense their anger. i'm logging off for the day to protect my energy. sending you all grounding vibes. pls stay safe out there.