Shit happens. Get used to it. Or at least, that's what I usually try to tell myself. I read this book entitled "A Castle in the Window" by Laura Stevenson. It's about this girl who is dyslexic. Sounds like an aspie to me, though. I'm probably aspie anyway.
Erin never could read things the way normal people would. But the people around her forced her to learn things the way normal people would. There was no other way. Not to them anyway.
Later in the story, she hears about the black angels from her aunt. Black angels are those insidious little voices that tell you that you're worthless. That you're inferior to others. That your actions will be in vain. She is taught to become consciously aware of these dark whispers and to silence them whenever they come up.
Perhaps this is why life sucks sometimes? When things just seem so hopeless that I can't seem to get through certain things? Times when I can't get through to mom and all that? Is it the black angel speaking? Shut up!
As a side note, it would be interesting to consider what a country could probably do if it were in dire need of people to populate it. Assuming that women do indeed protest their ill treatment by going on reproductive strike, there is a possibility that the "authorities" in power enslave females and use them as living wombs to bolster the population. Bene Tleilax, anyone?
A disturbing possibility, but possible nonetheless. It has happened before that the more militant half of humanity subjugate their better halves. What is worse is that there is an economic benefit to this: If a man has multiple wives, it may be possible that the child-parent ratio will increase. However, this atrocity must be prevented at all costs, even if there are claims that it is "for the good of the country". That phrase seems to have become a blanket excuse for just about every inhumane act in recent history.
Why would life suck? I don't know, but I think it has something to do with the exams coming and the feeling that something's just...not...right.
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