not just in the existential sense, but moreso in the societal sense.

growing up i had this vague hope that there was a “good section” of society, people who would care about and love me even if the people around me hated me and wanted me dead.

i’ve pretty much accepted at this point that there is no such thing.

I have a large enough combination of minority statuses that basically noone fully understands and cares about me, and never will.

Yea sure, life for a small minority of people can be pleasant and stable, but for the vast majority, and especially for me, it is pretty much mostly bad.