So many things get me down lately. I can't stand to watch the news. That doesn't stop Evan and the husband to from putting it on whenever they want, if I am nearby or not, and then leave it on even if the news casters are doing that bizarre thing where they are talking about stump like he's legitimate and might possibly be interviewing candidates for his cabinet that have any qualifications other than the possibility of making more money for his investments/businesses which he plans on keeping even though it is a conflict of interest. It's all way too much for me to handle and it makes my head want to explode.
Also, the idiots who are running around screaming IT'S STUMP'S WORLD NOW and victimizing other human beings? The first thing I would do if I had to take over would be to call any "hate crime", white supremacist nonsense, alt-right bull shit what it is and that would be Internal Terrorism and lock those dumb fucks up. You can't be PC with people like that. It just feeds the beast.
I went to a Meet and Greet the other day. It was for FTD families. Talk about a ride I don't want to be on! Holy hell. My life is now defined by being trapped on a never ending carnival ride which simply morphs from one terrifying scenario to another. In some ways it was great to talk and listen to people who know what kind of twilight zone of horror this ride has become and on the other hand it's pretty depressing hearing stories of the FTD victims who have progressed farther down the line from the husband.
However, I am thinking more about humanity these days. I went down tot he meeting in the city on the train with a guy who lives near by and who has a wife with the disease. On our way back the train was standing room only. We had gotten to the platform early enough to get a seat about three rows away from the door area.
I was doing some serious people watching and was all prepared to tell you in excruciating detail about the woman sitting in our row who took out disposable coffee cups with lids and poured glasses of wine from various bottles for her and her three friends. Or all the drunk children in Santa costumes because it was that day when young people dress up in Santa costumes and go from bar to bar getting drunk. As we chugged along I noticed that one of the standing people was an older woman who was showing signs of distress. She was unwrapping her scarf and sinking lower and generally looking kind of faint as she fought to remain standing there. There were two rows of young, loud chatting girls between me and her but the girls were in their own world. There were also not very old people sitting underneath the sign that declared the seats were reserved for elderly or handicapped people in the seats right beside this older woman. Sensing an urgent situation, I stood up and called out to the young girls to tap the arm of the older lady. When the older woman looked my way I offered her my seat and she pushed people away to get to me while I crawled over people to get out of the window seat. She took my seat and immediately passed out with her head against the window. I heard one of the young girls say to the others that was so niiiiiiice as if it was shockingly unusual to let an old person sit. I wanted to mother the girls and give them a little lecture. Instead I just ket an eye on the older woman until I got off the train, except when another standing passenger actually did hit the ground but that was because she may have weighed 96 pounds soaking wet and she smelled like a whiskey factory. I gave her a spare plastic bag I had to puke in because I knew the last thing the train crew needed at the end of the day was to clean up some scrawny princess's whiskey puke. I could sleep for a year.