fuck ‘the world is too much with us’.
its the way I describe that feeling, when i’m too stressed about things that are much bigger than I am. but fuck it. we’re dealing with absolutely unprecedented levels of fear and anxiety these days. fucking ‘cataclysmic’ isn’t even an exaggeration anymore, or a word I have to explain to my kids.
school shootings are a thing. if you touch me on that subject, I burst into flame. my kids are all in public schools and I can’t even begin to consider.
there is an island of trash. people don’t recycle and still litter and it is pretty irrelevant to me whether this is just ‘natural earth cycles’ or not, because litter and pollution in the skies are pretty much human problems. there’s no snails responsible.
and immediately? the icecaps are fucking melting. and so our weather has changed and is changing and i’m not sure we’re not already doomed.
how the fuck do I talk to my kids about THAT?
and certainly, it bears mentioning that I live in the United States and I have a president who is behaving unbelievably recklessly. the situation that is being created by his actions and lack of integrity may in fact settle us into war, with the world.
I mean, what the fuck man? does being nice at the grocery store help with any of this? does enjoying a snuggle with my kid balance out these IMMENSE disasters? I have a sick kid here today and she’s responded well to meds and has that glazed, overly illuminated look while she makes a drawing and talks to me. I’m staring at her, because she’s amazing, and I don’t know what the world will be like for her, in her adulthood. at all.
I find this level of bullshit extraordinarily hard to handle.
are you doing any better? how?