ambergris

My glasses got knocked off my face last week and I still can't get them to fit properly. I suppose this is partly my fault for getting cheap frames from specsavers, but it is mostly the fault of the person who knocked them off my face whilst temporarily off her meds.

At least I am on limited contact with the pseudostepmother after the whole 'inviting complete strangers to someone else's birthday meal without running it by them first' incident, which among other things led to my father saying he would not pay for my sister's funeral. Meanwhile my mother's racist boyfriend doesn't think Grenfell was a crime. Who. even. says this shit.

I have this theory that 25% of people are fundamentally decent and 25% are fucking irredeemable and the other 50% can go either way depending on circumstances, but every time I go on twitter or read the news these percentages shift to favour the nazi contingent. I'm currently on one in ten people being innately okay? but sadly none of those are in my immediate family so it's purely academic. I just find that the events of the past couple of years have seriously eroded the wishywashy liberalism of my twenties and thirties and now I am pretty much back where I was when I was nineteen. Except I never really believed in Tony Blair the way nineteen year olds today believe in Jeremy Corbyn. I had already given up on socialism because there were not enough fundamentally decent people to make it viable, so New Labour was the best we were going to get. I suppose at least Blairism did not destroy children's faith in humanity as thoroughly as Thatcherism destroyed mine?

But yeah, in the age of Trump and Brexit avoidance looks less like a personality disorder and more like an entirely rational response to the shittiness of other people.