On officialdom
I had a court date earlier today. My joke is that is the only real date I have these days.
I think most people are decent. The police did not hurt me and directed me properly to the court. The judge seemed intelligent and kind. Hamlet spoke of “the law’s delay/And the insolence of office.” It does feel like that, and it may take me until summer to get over my legal problems, if I ever do.
But authorities hurt me. And they should admit it. I am probably sure they will not. I think the Oedipal complex boils down to the fact that the father often does not want to admit he was wrong. But sometimes the son is wrong too. I know.