What do you fear?

Simon silverdollarcircle

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It's good this thread cos it forces us to be specific. It's very natural and common these days to feel a nameless dread, a cloud on the horizon, but not want to look too closely into what, specifically, we're afraid of. It's too massive, too all consuming and too scary I think.

But then with a thread like this we need to be specific. And I've realised what I'm really afraid of is loud, red faced middle aged and middle class men in pubs with loud shirts, slamming pint glasses down onto the bar and shouting about Common Sense with forced, overly matey laughter. You know the type. I'm afraid of them, what they're capable of, what they'll do.
 

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Identity theft scares me. That someone could go spend a load of money on a stolen card or whatever in your name.
 

Simon silverdollarcircle

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being stuck in bureaucratic kafka limbo really scares me for some reason.

You know like when, I dunno, your water bill is wrong or something and you phone up and they're like "yeah, you need to phone this other number to get that sorted" and so you phone that one and they're like " no, we need a referral from the other number before we can get that sorted". And then you go back to the first number and they're like "right, you need to call another number to get an engineer round before we can do a referral..." And so on and on, round in circles, forever.

It really terrifies me. I feel like I'm choking, drowning.

Am very thankful I've never been on universal credit.
 

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Am very thankful I've never been on universal credit.
The DWP and the private companies they use are horrendous. A friend of mine was declared fit for work despite attending her assessment in a wheelchair. When she got a copy of their report it was full of lies about her and they'd claimed stuff like being able to hold her handbag on her lap showed she wasn't as ill as she'd led them to believe. Fortunately, she eventually won her appeal, but fucking hell.
 

woops

is not like other people
being stuck in bureaucratic kafka limbo really scares me for some reason.

You know like when, I dunno, your water bill is wrong or something and you phone up and they're like "yeah, you need to phone this other number to get that sorted" and so you phone that one and they're like " no, we need a referral from the other number before we can get that sorted". And then you go back to the first number and they're like "right, you need to call another number to get an engineer round before we can do a referral..." And so on and on, round in circles, forever.
this happens to me a fair bit. i can't use my paypal 'cos they need a special number from the bank who told me to talk to paypal. i even saw the manager and he told me outright he couldn't give me that number.

also i lived in a housing association for a bit with an assortment of drug addicts and lunatics. the "maximum" tenancy was supposed to be two years and i stayed there three and a half. i tried to take matters into my own hands and address myself to a load of other housing people but as soon as i got anywhere my contact would change jobs and i'd be back to square one. this went on and on and was extremely dispiriting.
 

Rudewhy

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loud, red faced middle aged and middle class men in pubs with loud shirts, slamming pint glasses down onto the bar and shouting about Common Sense with forced, overly matey laughter. You know the type. I'm afraid of them, what they're capable of, what they'll do.
What do you imagine they are capable of?
 

woops

is not like other people
they're "gammons" aren't they, they make money from running companies and anyone who doesn't is a waste of space, brexit britain is for brexiteers, agree with the voters on x factor, how's the steering on your new audi, etc, etc
 
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