Capt SpaceBat

Only 30-odd hours to go and another Christmas Day will have come and gone; Chanukah is another matter altar-gether (sorry for the bad pun; I blame Adam Sandler, but then I would, wouldn’t I?)

Blame, that’s a good topic for the pre-Nativital blog: who can I blame for the way I am?  Let’s think …

1. My mother, for being schizophrenic - hmmm … the jury is still out on that one (see “Nature Vs. Nurture“, ongoing case)
2. Other ancestors, for passing faulty chromosomes  - a bit unfair and probably not a deliberately wilful act of malice
3. Other family members for not helping out - see above two points
4. Social services for putting me into care - what would the alternative have been? better, worse or just different?
5. Specific people for their sins - whose fault was that in them?
6. Myself for lack of moral fibre - a tough one given the circumstances
7. A vengeful or at least indifferent deity - pretty hard to pin that one down
8. Looks around … society, the State, environment, bad luck, or some other apparently random influences?

I really don’t know if any such problems can be pinned down to one or even a few simple causes; but maybe that’s just the way I see things because of the pervasiveness of Personality Disorders.  It would be nice if they could - I’m sure there could be some fabulous fractal images generated, or at least a beautiful multi-dimensional graph containing one or more areas highlighting which combinations of factors are sufficient to tip one over the edge.  Or like chaos theory, is it all ony predictable in hindsight?

Speaking of hindsight, can anyone predict anything about Germans with a bizarre uniform fixation and an intense fear of homosexuals?

Answers on a post-cardinal …