I woke up in a fairly deep depression this morning (non-clinical) and the feeling is still with me.
The times when I am most down is when I cannot see any future for myself, or if I do, I don't like what I see.
Old men shouldn't really pick fights, because all the younger ones have to do is wait for them to die or run out of energy - or both - before the accusations about their irrelevancy are justified.
The worst thing about this is that after a while, you begin to believe them. Now, I think that cameras in my local pub would be a very large change for the worse, not a very small change for the better. It is very easy to attribute this belief to the well-documented resistance to change that people seem to acquire as they get older.
All the people who don't care one way or the other began their adult lives with cameras trained on them, and that hasn't stopped them from drunkenly rioting in the street for no political reason, in a way which us baby-boomers would have thought inexcusable.
The fact that they don't seem to care as much as many others has not stopped the Board of the pub from issuing a gagging-order on the young bar staff, forbidding them to discuss these issues with the customers.
Believe it or not, they actually opted for zero-hours contracts, in the mistaken belief that it would give them more freedom. Because of this, they are not consulted about anything, they are just given orders.
The Board of the pub were elected to preserve it in as close to the same form as it always has been, allowing for inevitable change. Now the underhand tacticians are doing their best to turn it into a standard, city-centre drinking establishment which stays open until 2.00am and fuels the drunken revellers on the streets until 4.30 am.
If you want to know the details, go here:
I could do with a bit of company.
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