A while ago I lambasted Lady Looney for denying the truths of things she doesn't understand. It frustrated me that she couldn't wrap her brain around both concrete facts and plausible theories that seem so simple and clear to me.
But today I think I know how she feels. Today I am infuriated by things that I simply can't process. I can't even imagine the world where these occurances would be okay. But apparently they are okay, and apparently I have to deal with that.
When did my method of thinking change?
And when did I start to view things so differently?