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Blimey, I’m weirdly reassured to hear I’m not the only one who cried, when it seeemd everyone else was being either stoic or angry. I haven’t cried for years. And the morning after the election it was like floodgates opening: I sobbed like you only can when you’ve been wound up tight for weeks and weeks on end. And then felt absolutely empty for days after. I still can’t understand it, really. I still find myself clutching at every ludicrous conspiracy theory that floats before me, anything to reassure myself that the majority of people aren’t all either stupid or evil.
Gah. Hello, everybody. Never mind about the fuzzies, I have wine. Nasty, cheap wine. Fuzzies come later. |
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