"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
This is such an important point. Since Trump's election, I have read so many comments to the tune of "this is all the fault of identity politics! White men just got so sick of being blamed for everything, and that's why we voted for a racist, sexist fraud!" Maybe if people talking about their problems upsets you, you should, I dunno, examine your own behaviour to see why.