Meep In Heavenly Peace wrote:I have gone through all five stages of grief with Brexit:
Denial "What the hell! Remain was predicted to win! This can't be right..."
Anger "How could people be so dumb?!"
Bargaining "Well, it was very close, I'm sure we'll stay within the single market. Not perfect but better than the alternative."
Depression "It's completely hopeless. I wouldn't trust this government to deliver a pizza, let alone a sensible Brexit negotiation. Everything is awful."
Acceptance "Well, looks like we're strawberry floated." *shrugs and eats popcorn*
A lot of people here seem stuck on the the earlier stages. I have stopped giving much of a strawberry float so I think I am relatively advanced.
I’m not sure that “I accept we’re strawberry floated and will do nothing about it” is any healthier a position than “I BELIEVE everything will be fine”.
Your position is the same as a guy on a crashing plane just accepting death rather than trying out the parachute he has on his back.