there's our catastrophe

I can’t believe I’m getting into a facebook fight with my ex-boyfriend about Julian Assange. I mean that is exactly what you’d expect from a leftist ex-boyfriend, embarrassingly exactly, and it’s just depressing because he should know better and I really thought he would. it’s depressing when people behave like malicious parodies of themselves. it makes me feel like nobody is real and every person is just a bundle of social conditions. it makes me feel like consciousness is a lie and internal volition a fantasy. like maybe all those dreary checklists of privileges and oppressions really can take the place of understanding people as individuals, affected by social conditions, sure, but ultimately in control of their own hearts and minds, or if not that, at least so complex that you need to get to know them before predicting their actions. I need to believe that it’s not a waste of time knowing people more intimately than a/s/l. whatever whatever