2016 is soon to be over. I've been done with this year since . . . well, since pretty early on actually. One good thing I can think of was moving in with my boyfriend. The rest has been pretty rubbish. It's not just the number of pretty cool people who have died. It's not just the whole Brexit thing. Though I did vote remain. It's not even the fact that Trump is actually going to be the U.S. president. Though I have to admit, that one really did horrify me a bit. I think it's realising what a horrible we're living in now. I'm desperately trying to bring my daughter up with good values. I'm trying to help her become a tolerant person. She's not even ten yet, but she has some understanding of what Trump's winning of the vote means. She wasn't too happy about Brexit either, bearing in mind one of her best friends is Polish.
It's been a pretty tough year personally too. My Mum left my alcoholic father. My older sister decided to send an overly aggressive message via Facebook claiming to have terminal cancer. She doesn't by the way. Her husband assured us that she's fine. For a while I was feeling like my life belonged to a soap opera. I used to think The Ex's family were all nutcases. My family's gone a bit bonkers this year though. I'm beginning to think that what I always considered sanity is actually insanity. The bulk of the people I see around day to day are the sane ones, and I'm the tolerant, accepting freak. But if I'm a freak, then so is my boyfriend. And my Mum. And possibly my daughter. She does have moments when she seems more like The Ex though. But all children tell silly, childish lies. I shouldn't worry so much. But I do worry that he's got his claws in too deep. What if she turns into one of the mindless masses. One of the ones who isn't really racist, but is happy enough to vote a racist bigot into power.
Of course, wishing for the end of 2016 is silly. 2017 might be even worse.
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