Most of My Friends Think the World Is Ending

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I still don’t quite understand how I push through difficult days. There have been more of them lately.

Today is a really hard day by the way. The day I’m writing this, I mean (it’ll come out later, as nearly all of my posts do; I write them and schedule them later).

I had a good weekend, but when I got back to work, everything quickly fell to pieces. I try not to use my blog as a walk of shame for people in my life (because that’s not healthy), but I’m noticing an awful lot of friends picking fights with each other over almost nothing. And even though most of it isn’t directed towards me, it’s getting me down.

I’m thinking they really want to take their anger out on the people in power, but they can’t. So they’re diverting it to safer targets. Friendly targets.

It’s hard to watch, but it’s also understandable.

That doesn’t make it any easier to bear either.

A lot of my friends think the world is ending, which I get. Me, I think challenging times are ahead for sure. But I don’t see the world ending. Not just like that. Not so soon. Or so tidily.

And especially not in the way that movies have primed us to think about the world ending. Nothing so tidy as that.

It’s kind of like how all these doomsday preppers prepared for the movie pandemic, a simpler one than what we’re living through. They prepared to just hoard food and guns and wait it out asocially or perhaps even antisocially. They never thought about how a pandemic might require them to cooperate with others. To care about other people who are all part of humanity. They never planned to inconvenience themselves to demonstrate that caring.

I don’t think a hypothetical “end of the world” would be tidy either. I don’t think it’d be a real ending, just a series of changes that are progressively more challenging and less manageable.

To a point of incredibly difficult return. Perhaps even no return?

No, I don’t think the world is ending. I think the world as we know it is. But it’s not over. We still have a lot of work to do. And it’s going to be challenging and frustrating in ways we never imagined.

But I don’t think the world is ending. We’re not getting off that easily.

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Books by Page Turner:

Psychic City, a slipstream mystery

 

Non-Fiction:

Dealing with Difficult Metamours

A Geek’s Guide to Unicorn Ranching

Poly Land: My Brutally Honest Adventures in Polyamory 

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