I might speculate that it's more often true than it is not.
But besides, clearly not much thought went into the above post. It was mostly just an angry rant fueled by recent events.
My father convinced me to talk over beers (and smokes for me), which resulted in me articulately deconstructing every single one of his talking points and demonstrating step-by-step how the separation between my niece and I is literally only the result of stereotyped assumptions and implicit bias and blah blah blah.
My point was that it all represents a systematic oppression and that WE have to suffer for their immaturity.
I guess that eventually he was having too much cognitive dissonance about the situation as a result of being confronted directly with the truth, could see the conversation wasn't going anywhere he wanted it to go, and so he said "I don't have any more capacity for this" and walked away from it.
So I said, "Well, I don't have any more capacity for it either, but sadly I don't have a choice so fuck you."
I give up. It's over. They won. I'm not on anybody's side anymore but my own.
Maybe life will get better, but it won't be because anybody saw reason where they didn't before.
I'm just an angry, self-destructive, manic depressive, autistic, politically fanatical young adult with a romantic obsession about his niece; who is in turn a pure, helpless little girl void of personality who isn't anywhere near ready to make any of her own decisions let alone decide who she likes or wants in her life because not enough birthdays.
... And I just had a meltdown.
I don't deserve happiness. I don't deserve love, I don't deserve family. Honesty is an illusion.