I suppose I have a bad habit of trying to belittle anyone who does not agree with me, especially when it comes to things like politics. Whenever I come across someone I don’t agree with, I tend to get all worked up and start questioning their intelligence. This is especially true of the recent referendum. I feel particularly aggrieved whenever I see an outist try to claim they weren’t motivated by xenophobia – that just feels like a barefaced lie. Yet, of course, I know I shouldn’t react like that. Fifty two percent of the country are not xenophobes; nor are they stupid, moronic, inbred, or any other insult I care to hurl at them. As angry and frustrated as I currently feel, I need to frequently remind myself that we live in a democracy, and that people are entitled to hold opinions which differ from mine. The problem is, while I know the world has not ended, whenever I hear of how much harder things are going to get or how much more intolerant and right wing society is already becoming, that often seems quite difficult to accept. How can I come to terms with the decision of the majority, when I feel it is an act of utter folly? That is a question forty eight percent of us now face.