My Imperfect Diary: Day 2
Last night we watched I, Daniel Blake; and by far the most infuriating and upsetting scenes were those in the jobseekers offices. I have so many friends who have experienced exactly what those scenes show and more, and it’s true that the staff who work there are directed to be deliberately unhelpful. People die because of this humiliation, this cruelty.
Today was the best day I’ve had in a long time. I had the urge to go for a run! I didn’t wanna get injured again so I took a long walk: 4 miles! I also got my nails done for the first time:
Is there any way to take good photo of nails?
I can finally feel my motivation returning to me. It kinda helps that Straight Outta Compton is on the tv.
Anaheim is playing on my mind. That poor baby Christian is gonna be so traumatised. How the fuck does a grown man pull a firearm on a 13-year-old child? This pathological power trip that the state has the police on has gotta end at some point. And when it does, it’s not gonna be pretty.
It reminds me of a poem I read a while back, by Nayyirah Waheed:
We’ll see.
