Don’t know why this popped up in my feed, 8 months later…
Because you have neglected to bookmark my profile … no, wait … you have neglected to make it your browser’s home page … and read it every day in the hope that I may cast some pearls your way and, instead foolishly rely upon Medium doing your thinking for you 😜
Only eight months?
It feels like a lot longer ago than that.
but it’s still making sense.
Sadly, yes — and I’m far from the first to observe the phenomenon, am I?
I was eighteen when I first read The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists and wept because things hadn’t changed since it was written.
A year later, I left the country, with no intent of ever returning.
Life (and I) conspired against me though and I returned to the UK some ten years later for educational purposes … but, again, with no intent of remaining upon completion of my degree(s).
Again, however, Life and I cosnpired against me and I ended up staying here for various reasons.
I left again in 2014 … one way ticket, no intention of returning … but, yet again, Life conspired against me and I had to return in 2016 for personal reasons.
Since when, I’ve observed that in the preceding time in the UK, I frequently remarked about the state of things that “the last time things were this bad, I left the country — and, last time, things weren’t this bad!”
It’s only got even worse since 2014, even worser (as it were) since 2016 and, I suspect, much much worse has yet to come.
As soon as is humanly possible (some matters need resolving here first), I’m leaving again … and it’ll only be a death/terminal illness/other disaster in the family that will see me return ever again; I’ll have to be dragged back forcibly — I came into this world kicking, screaming and covered in somebody else’s blood … I have no issue with doing it again.
Shamed to say I worked as a statistician and your points all hurt.
Nothing wrong with stats — did five years of them when studying Psychology myself, so i know their (ha!) significance.
It’s the purpose(s) to which they are put that is the problem, not the stats per se — stats are good, m’kay.
Sorry, I know you’d rather have an argument about something but this is good!
Spoilsport 😉
Thankyou 😊
From your country-mouse friend who’s probably a psychopath if your guess about all women is correct…
Nah, not, really.
I’m not saying women aren’t the root of all evil … but they aren’t all psychopaths . There are the narcissists and borderliners as well. And the rest are all just varying degrees of batshit insane.
But they aren’t all psychopathic — I just play that game on the basis that insulting 52% of the World’s population has to be, odds on, the best way of getting an fight out of one of them 😉
and thinking about it, I have met some of ‘em…
Well, duh … who hasn’t?
I’m reminded of The Simpsons here …
Marge “He prefers the company of men.”
Home: “Who doesn’t?”
but then I’ve run into some so-called males who were just as bad
You and me both!
People are a real disappointment in my experience — if not immediately, eventually, we all learn that a friend is merely someone who hasn’t yet stabbed us in the back …
… something like that anyway,
and there seem to be a lot of those in the news lately, what with the change of government and all that…
I’m convinced that the percentage of Cluster B personality disorders is grossly underestimated. And, even if it isn’t, if you allow for the fact that we give silver and bronze medals for excellent performance not quite reaching gold standard then, thinking about it, all those people who just didn’t quite make the grade (a point or two shy of full-blown syndromes) must mean that the percentage of people in the world who range from ‘a seriously nasty piece of work’ to outright ‘biblically evil’ probably accounts (coincidentally, I’m sure) for about 52% of the World’s population.
And it’s only getting worse …
I was actually going to post an entry entitled What The World Needs More Of, with the body “Fewer people who aren’t me.”
But then thought better of it, on the grounds that it would be wasted on you Philistines anyway …
Anyhow … that’s enough of the curmudgeonly misanthrope for this evening.
Good to hear from you.
Enjoy your bucolic splendour … or whatever it is you Zone 3 dwelling Morlocks do of an evening¹.
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¹ Howling at the moon, incest, whatever.
