Hmmmm....

[cabbitzilla]

'The Political Compass' just this morning turned up in wibbble's journal. It intrigued me, it did, so I wandered off to look at it myself.

I'm really not overly surprised at my results, believe it or not. There are certain issues where I've been labeled a 'hard case' radical, but overall it's much more focused. And here's what I ended up with...

The Political Compass

Economic Left/Right: -4.00
Authoritarian/Libertarian: -3.64

Authoritarian
Left		Right
Libertarian

Okay, that was a royal pain in the buttocks. Thank you, wibbble, for a bit of sanity as regards rebuilding this. I ... don't recommend it... but the test itself is very interesting, I thought. You can find it HERE, and the test itself is copyrighted them and all that nifty stuff. 'tis a shame it's not really outfitted for easy porting to online journals, but... maybe they'll do something like that in the future, eh?

In the meantime, I'm gearing up for the group therapy session that hits in a couple of hours. I know there'll be a couple of familiar faces, but I'm expecting them to be the minority; I've been away for almost six months, and most folks don't seem to need long-term therapy as I think of it. At least the few that I know will be there are folks I've missed, eh?

I very nearly ripped Megan's head off in the wee hours of the morning. She's decided AGAIN that she wants to completely stress out about the bills, and at 4am this morning I found myself having to reassure her -again- that while we are in a rough spot that things -will- get better. I'm slowly losing my mind and sanity, but somehow I'm still responsible for bolstering her confidence. *sigh* And then she uttered four words that were a knife through my heart: 'You are my rock. ... ... ... ... There's going to be a long, and likely quite volatile, conversation tonight. I'm buckling under the weight of my own load... she's got to stand on her own damned feet. I'm scrambling in the background making sure everything stays caught up, keeping our benevolent benefactor (Hi, Crys!) up to speed, and trying to keep myself moving forwards... she needs to learn to do the same. We've clashed previously on the too-bloody-early-o'clock angst sessions... what was irritating before left me in a state of utter rage today. Waiting till tonight serves two purposes: it doesn't upset her before work and prompt a sudden 'sickness', and it gives me time to mellow out before I open up with the big guns. This bullshit's got to stop...

*sigh* And to add to the category of 'self induced woes'... I found a stack of library books in my cleaning foray this morning, and returned them after dropping Megan off at work. (Yeah, the new patch has me so nauseous I can hardly walk, but I'm stuck having to drive... *sigh*) The fine? $42.00. And I've noone but myself to blame for this particular feat of boneheadedness. I... think I'm going to try and take a nap. Or something. Maybe I'll just pace the house...

*weary hugs*
~Ellie-chan

Comments

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I wish there was something I could do to help you with the Megan situation. I hope that she finally gets a clue, and does something. I'm in agreement, this shit needs to stop.