misery only pretends to like company
I think I finally figured out why it always seems to be the assholes who run everything. It's because the people who care—who honestly want to do good—are far more likely to give up in disgust, or become overwhelmed with the stress of doing what's right in the face of an indifferent or ignorant majority and a select few who live only to cause misery in others. The assholes persevere, simply because they don't care.
As you might be able to guess, I didn't have a very fun weekend. I didn't even suffer the brunt of it. Just sitting at the sidelines, thinking of the things I should do or would like to do and realizing that nothing I could do would really help, and, if anything, I'd only succeed in making the situation worse. In the end, it wouldn't really matter, and I'd end up miserable either way.
So I went home.
Saturday was the 39th anniversary of Doctor Who. I marked the day by watching Ribos Operation. That made me feel a little better. It's a great little episode, with lots of witty banter, fun characters and a good story. It amazes me, watching some of this stuff, how it can be so good, but also so impossible to do today. It's all played for drama—archetypal characters and archetypal plots which would be lambasted as being horribly cliche nowadays. Not " realistic" enough. I've never understood people's obsession with realism in their fantasies. What's the point of a realistic fantasy? Why not just stick to reality, then?