I dont know why when reading/watching certain passe images, there's a never-ceasing intransigence cum pure roiling rage. 

The thing is that I know there are certain moral standards which I will never compromise upon. I make non-committal, non-binding agreements in kind, while hoping that I will still be able to treat people as ends in themselves. It's abhorrent, to be in such a farcical dilemma, faced with some depression which ebbs and flows every other day.