Sometimes I’m positive the dog has the right idea. Probably this is why people started keeping their domesticated animals in their houses with them; they saw reflected in their animal buddies aspects of their own natures that they couldn’t quite talk about for whatever reason. Maybe they couldn’t name it because they were afeared. Maybe they didn’t want to name it because they didn’t want to acknowledge it was a thing. Maybe they were just inventing language and literally didn’t have the words.
It’s difficult to know whether “the world” is actually the burning shitheap it makes itself out to be, and whether it truly is “the worst”. Because you’re living through it. I like to ask my elders, was it ever this bad before? The world, the way people in it treat each other, politics, divisiveness? Has it ever been this bad?
Of course it’s too easy to say the people on the planet have gone to hell in a handbasket because of social media. It’s simply not true, and people have been making those claims since the beginning of society (because of the Internet in general; because of television; because of radio; because of rock music; because of Godlessness; because of dancing; because of the free market; because of the rise of the middle class; because of industrialisation; because of this cultural influence or that one). Maybe it’s a hallmark of “growunuppitude” that you sit back, take a look around, and wonder if you’ve managed to achieve your goal to leave something better than how you found it and then it hits you that you’ve ROYALLY fucked up that goal.
I don’t know.
But there are days, my friend. There are days I’d just like to stick my head in a yogurt container and muddle through as best as I can. What do those days look like for you?
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.