Are You Angry? I’m Angry.
I’m angry about climate change.
I’m angry about the fact that our futures are probably going to be mired in at least some degree of misery (if not destroyed entirely) due to intense heat/intense weather/water shortages/food shortages/any other number of issues brought on by climate change.
I’m angry over how many people don’t think that humans have contributed at least a little bit to the current climate trends. That is so infuriating.
I’m angry over how many people are just gleefully pooping out kids without realizing that the future they’re leaving these kids to deal with will not be a fun one. I’m looking at you, fellow Millennials. I thought we were smarter than that.
I’m angry that summers have lost their magic and are now just three-/four-months stretches of record-breaking temperatures and drought.
I’m just angry.
Are you?
Sigh.
I miss pre-Covid times.
I really, really, really miss them.
We took so much for granted, didn’t we?
(Fear of a) HEAT WAAAAAAAAVE
So is anyone else, like, terrified of summers now?
Summer is typically my favorite time of year – long hours of daylight, good running weather, nice and warm, etc. But after last year’s heat dome and how absolutely horrible that week or so was, there have been a few moments where I’ve been in almost a legit panic about summer happening again.
I think part of it is just a general fear of the future and the thought that this will probably be the norm sooner rather than later. Like…will last year be one of the cooler summers in the next twenty years?
That’s horrifying.
Not to mention all the stuff with the water shortages in the southwest. That’s also extremely worrying.
I hate everything. I hate that our future will just be getting worse and worse and at this point there’s probably nothing we can do about it.
2020
I think it’s easy to forget how things were in that first year of COVID, even though it hasn’t been that long since 2020.
Or has it?
Time has no meaning anymore.
It’s also easy to forget all the non-COVID stuff that happened that year, too.
And god, that hope at the end that came with the vaccine, remember that? We should have known that would have devolved into ridiculousness with all the anti-vaxx garbage.
Why is INCREDIBLE, INCURABLE SADNESS my only talent?
Tell me. I’d like to know.
What type of cheese do you borrow from Utah? Provo-loan!
I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this on here before, but I hate the negativity around aging. Like, I get it that youth is pushed as the standard in practically every medium out there, but at the same time…why should we hate something that’s constantly happening to every single one of us?
Anyway, I was thinking today that one of the really cool things about getting older is just how much stuff you’ve experienced and how many memories you have. You don’t even have to experience big, life-changing or world-changing events…the longer you live, the more you experience, the more memories you have.
I remember things many of my students were too young to remember or things that they weren’t even alive for. That’s really quite cool when you think about it.
And think of all the memories you have that you can’t immediately access. I love when a memory of something that I’ve completely forgotten I’ve experienced gets triggered by something random and a little section of my past is remembered. Isn’t that the coolest experience?
Anyway.
2021 feels like a fever dream
Doesn’t it? Like…where did it even go?
2021 has massively sucked for a lot of reasons. It’s definitely been worse than 2020. Hopefully 2022 will be better, but I’m not optimistic.
Bleh.
I’m at maximum burnout
WEEEEEEE!
I hate my life and I’m super bitter so here’s a list
LOL NEVER MIND LEAVE ME ALONE
*insanely frustrated and angry screeching*
Who else agrees?
Sigh.
I am so freaking sad.
Vague Blog is Vague
When it eventually happens, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Just sayin’.
I don’t really have a blog today.
I’m sad, sorry.
Trouble
I don’t know if it’s because of Jazzy’s death, but I’m having a really hard time right now.
I know in the grand scheme of things she’s still here and her atoms and whatever else made up her as an individual are already scattering about the world and becoming other things.
But I miss her so, so much.
It’s also really hard to care about anything else, including the looming fall semester.
I’m just not invested. At all.
Growth
Everything is so depressing with Jazzy gone.
So depressing.
So let’s talk about life for a minute, shall we? Specifically, let’s look at Captain Planet.
Recall that Captain Planet is the succulent I bought a while ago at Safeway. When I got him, he was in a tiny little pot. I moved him to a larger pot a while ago, and he has super spread out since then. Check it:
He looks healthier, no?
*screaming*
*more screaming*
I am tremendously, inexplicably, irreparably sad.
How are you doing?
Gray Child
So I have no issue with the eventuality of getting gray hairs. So many people freak out about the idea of aging, but I think it’s actually pretty cool. The older you are, the more things you’ve experienced and the more memories you’ve been able to accumulate. I think that’s kinda snazzy.
Thus, I have no issue with the fact that I have approximately 10 gray hairs.
The thing I do have an issue with, though, is the fact that these gray hairs are of a completely different texture than the rest of my hair. Like, the texture of my normal-colored hair is obnoxious on its own, but the gray hairs are like wiry and stick out whatever way they want to. That makes me want to pull them out when they get long enough, and I often do. Again, it’s not because they’re gray, but because they’re such a different texture than the regular hairs.
Is this happening to anyone else? Are your gray hairs a completely different texture than your “regular” hair? Because it’s driving me crazy.
*insert depressing title here*
I am feeling so very discouraged today. It feels like this pandemic will never end because people are so selfish and stupid. Every time one part of the world takes a step forward, it’s like we take two steps back somewhere else in the world.
And when it is eventually over (assuming that happens), then what? What is there even to look forward to anymore? Climate change? Water shortages? More disease?
It’s like there’s no point anymore. Things are only going to get worse.
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I am really, really sad.
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