
April showers. A truly wet, cold, and miserable Thursday. Bundled inside sipping tea like it’s still winter doing my best to pretend it’s the cozy vibe we all like and not a depressing reminder of the growing radical unpredictability and severe shifts in weather brought on by you know what. Dude, it’s 38 degrees today. Insane.
I did, however, catch the latest Kurzgesagt video about why our future isn’t completely doomed, at least not yet, and that was maybe my solid reminder to not be completely nihilistic when it comes to pushing for change. Do I still have a distaste for ‘planting seeds so they grow into trees only my descendants will enjoy’ or whatever that saying is? Yeah. That saying sucks. Are we really out here pretending like the idea of anything happening after its lights out is even remotely comprehensible to us, let alone that it matters to us? “But nardi, it’s not hard to just imagine that people still live after you. You know that. I don’t really get what you’re saying here.” I’m saying I don’t care, champ. I need at least a little tiny bit of personal incentive. The idea of me and my kids being able to enjoy nature and everything the world has to offer instead of living in perpetual fear of ecological apocalypse? I’m in. You had me at “me”. My great great grandkids enjoying the same thing? Find me one person who says they actually care about that and I will find you either a delusional narcissistic wannabe pseudo-hero, or a just a straight up liar. “Nardi, this is so off-base and out of touch that it’s actually concerning. You seem to think the general populace agrees with you but what you are saying sounds kind of psychotic, This thing you’re doing by writing out the voices of your dissidents? It’s creepy dude.”
Yeah but this is on an overdue post that statistically will be buried and ignored, and all the hype around this little project has vanished along with its consistency. It’s all good man it’s just us here. I can play any character I want. Just words. We have fun.
On that note, see you tomorrow.
Nick