I'm not shitting you

I've got this commenter all riled up because I just don't believe in the goodness of people. I mean, she realizes she can't make character judgments, but then she does. It's been a while since I had a good troll to mock, but this one is unimaginative. I like my hate mail to pack more of a punch. Impress me!

Anyway, she has a point and doesn't have one. Probably not the one she thinks she does. If I didn't believe in the human race, I couldn't do my job. You cannot steep yourself in body fluids, wipe elderly butts, and hold the hands of dying people if you don't believe in the goodness of people.

You do, however, have to temper this with realism, cynicism, and a healthy dose of dark humor just to make it. Don't argue with me unless you've worked as a nurse.

Case in point. Our wheelchairs mostly lack feet. Those things you prop your feet up on? Gone. About 50 times I night I say, "You have to hold your feet up, sorry, people steel our feet."


"They sell them for scrap metal. Gets about $5."

"You're shitting me."

No, I'm not shitting you. But yeah, ALL PEOPLE ARE FUNDAMENTALLY GOOD.