cause i wasnt born in the scandinavian region
Everything keeps getting further away economically. It’s like those dolly zoom shots in cinema where the camera keeps the subect in the same spot but the background rapidly recedes. I jeep trying to move forward, but it feels like we’re not getting anywhere.
Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!
Through the Looking Glass was published during the original Gilded Age, and we are currently living in another.
Because the world sucks and there is nothing I can do with it
Everything is expensive. I’m behind on everything. There’s no end in sight.
Right now? My boyfriend is very clearly emotionally wounded by something he doesnt want to share with me. Feeling helpless makes me unhappy, EZ.
Because all of these moneymen and salesmen have their collective boots on my throat. I can’t just go outside and play anymore what with all of the cameras and evil groups concerned about why I might be outside.
Because everything is awful.
I’m not demoralized by the problems the world faces. I’m demoralized by people’s active efforts against solving them, or encouraging making them worse. Racism above economic benefits for all. More expensive gas vehicles over the multitude of transport options that don’t pollute our environment.
In history books, I read stories about how the world had to band together to win WW2; for instance, stories about sharing used nylons to make parachutes, or how the modern post office was reinvented. As horrible as war was, I miss when people would actually try. It disgusts me that a great many people just know that you-know-who lies on the regular and still support him.
I don’t even hate him so strongly. I hate what he showed of our world as a litmus test, and it’s made it hard to trust that world again.
Progressive health problems are progressing. Slowly losing my life more and more to these awful diseases. Every month another small capability dies, and my life shrinks again.
I try to focus on the short term, living day to day. That isn’t so bad, I’m reasonably happy. But sometimes I look up and remember the cliff edge approaching. I think that would disturb anybody.
I don’t know how to
Brain chemistry and resistance to medication.
Chronic fatigue and insomnia.
I’m lonely and hate myself, and I hate myself too much to move towards not being lonely.
Also I’m in the Navy, and I work insane hours.
Why should I be?
Dunno
