Being a communist in the West is like starring in your own Lovecraftian nightmare, except instead of ancient gods and cosmic horrors, you’re slowly driven insane by the realization that capitalism is the real eldritch abomination, and it’s already eaten everyone’s brains.

I feel this as well. Being a principled communist is the most isolating thing in capitalist society. The only thing I’ve learned is the same thing I’ve learned when I was pursuing different hobbies – the only way to not isolate yourself is find friends within the hobby you have a interest in rather than try to convert friends into your hobby as it is almost impossible to get them interested if they aren’t already. The advantage of communism though is it is much more than a hobby and can relate to everyone, so there is some hope that others will come around if the movement becomes larger.

I read Langston Hughes’ poetry when I get in that mood.

its not a curse, dialectical materialism is such a powerful tool to understand the world and relations around you.

I know exactly what you mean OP, i’ve been pushed out of social circles for my communist views before; granted those people where likely never my friend, but it only takes one fashoid to paint you as a ‘red fash’ for not believing china is literally 1984 x200 to the politically uninformed that their cognitive bias and general feel due to the media pushes them to agree with them and act tribally.

Dont get me wrong, im highly social; I have many friends, different productive social circles; this is just one group of people, but the sad part is i’ve lost some people I was on good terms with for years and I would be lying if I said it didnt hurt, it does! I hate the alienation and tribalism present in the social fabric of the west, you really do feel that tolerance for ideologies left of the liberal orthodoxy has basically become 0 in the UK at least.

I don’t think that’s the curse. There are actually a lot more communists in this world than you think. The curse is trying to find a good principled one IN REAL LIFE that can organize, agitate, relate, lead etc.

Yeah fam I feel you there, I wrote this poem because I constantly have to deal with this within my own family.

Minutes to midnight - Sitting alone on a rusted swing, Mid of the night

Surrounded by rubble and the collapse of a life

Looking back long ago in the land of the first satellite

Their slogan proletarians of the world must unite

The global hegemon put them to death out of spite

And now in the west on the brink of a fight

We sit on a swing in the middle of the night

The title and post body rhyme.