Tip-toeing on very very thin ice

That pretty much sums up my mental state at the moment

Have you ever walked on a frozen lake? Well, if you have you’ve done something I haven’t (it’s WATER guys, unless you have a messianic complex it’s not for walking on. BAD idea. BAD!). Anyway, pretend for a second I have and know exactly what it feels like.

Well, I feel like that ice as just cracked and there are lots and lots and lots of little cracks under my feet. And not so little cracks. And more cracks keep coming.

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More rambly whining – on the family front

Currently I have family drama which, as said, pretty much has added to my general angsting state to create Sparky the emotional basket case on the edge of losing it and Beloved the Extremely Worried.

My mother’s eldest brother and I have never had a good relationship. He’s a Tory through and through, I’m not. He is contemptuous of anything remotely smacking of social justice, largely turning victim blaming to a high art, he loathes welfare, the NHS and progressive taxation, venerates the church and charity despite being involved in neither and generally believes that I will come to my senses and see how very right he is one day *eye roll.* He also hates the fact that his oh-so-Tory son is, in his eyes, failing compared to me (i.e. I earn more. Yes, in his eyes this is what a person is worth) and has repeatedly expressed his vehement disagreement with my legal specialties, believing I should have gone it the more lucrative (and infinitely more boring) business law. And my pro-bono work is “unbelievable” a comment that, frankly defies explanation.

As can be guessed, we cannot have any kind of conversation without a strained argument at best.

He never really makes an effort to hide his distaste for me, which, heh fine, because I’m not expending the same effort back. But he also makes zero effort to hide his distaste for my sexuality either – which is considerably less fine.

And another cut to avoid reams of my endless angst

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On a lighter note – did I mention that Sword of Truth is baaaaad?

Because it’s really really really bad.

Now, one “benefit” of being all hermit-like for the past week or so is that I’ve had time to catch up on my reading for some useful escapism from the general badness that is squirreling around my brain

And one has been finally finishing the Sword of Truth series. Yes, what masochism is this? But it was surprisingly useful – see, dwelling on issues is difficult when you’re giving a book your best “what the fuck?!” look and occasionally throwing it against a wall.

I have no words for how bad this series was. It actually pulled me in to keep reading this dire tripe just because it was so very bad that I wanted to see how much worse it could get. It was COMIC it was that bad. I had to keep turning the page just to see if he would keep steering the plot further into the lands of the ludicrous.

I can’t write all the many way these books fail – but I have to write about some.

(Cut for spoilers and possible rape triggers)

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