Up until the last week or so, I always used to say that even if I’m having a hard time, I am not ready to die. I want to see what happens next.
I no longer want to see what happens next, I see no good outcomes at all for the future of the world, not just the US.
The next time around. Sure, Jan. it’s over.
A dad point of view, while precious in delivery, doesn’t really translate very well in this scenario if you’re anything but a cis white male. The cis white men will be fine like they have been fine for thousands of years.
Same. All it made me think of was that show The Leftovers (I think??) where you just see clumps of people staring at other characters while dressed all in white and chain-smoking.
Not in my wildest dreams.
Millennial parental apology fantasy… oh man I really love this.
Anywhere between 28-32. Old enough that people take you mostly seriously but young enough that the world still feels like it’s set up with you specifically in mind.
I’ll just go on living my life in Norway, fielding questions left and right like “is it really that bad/racist/scary in America?”.
Oh, surely there must be another way! No thank you! 🙃
As a former Catholic, I can say at least personally, religion did not make me feel good. It made me feel like many thoughts and feelings I had made me a bad person. It made me smug and judgemental.
You’re absolutely correct and I hate it. Good luck with the horrors ahead.