Honestly, right now I feel like I've just been shat out of the belly of the beast after the long and painful digestion which has characterised my whole life until this point.
Sometimes I have difficulty reconciling the cold truth that nobody is coming to save me and they never will and all I have is myself to rely on with Anarchist beliefs. I suppose it's just part of the overidentification with utopian fantasies while I struggle to reclaim the shattered fragments of my traumatised psyche. It would make much more sense for me to lean right wing because I view the world as unsafe and people as fundamentally dangerous. I suppose I should be thankful that humanity is not one of those positions that I have reasoned myself into.