Ignore it until it becomes an immediate problem. I'm honestly praying for a position at some place like Duke energy.
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Didn't have kids. Volunteer at local parks working on specialist plants. Look forward to not waking up one day.
Not have children.
Stay vigilant with my ideals and carry a big stick? Giving up is for weenies and Republicans If our for fathers and mothers can get through the shit so can we.
From my point of view, the world is neither getting worse nor better, the world has always been the way it is, and it doesn't seem like it's going to change. It's just my opinion.
Edit: In fact, what is getting worse is our economic system, but that is nothing new.
I do things about it rather than sitting in the false comfort that I'll be unaffected as a straight, white, male.
It is, though. The US isn't the only place, nor is the Middle East. "African farmer can send kids to high school for first time" isn't a splashy headline but it happens a lot.
Well my small part of it is, which is something. I guess it is because I am a fatalist. One day I will be dead and there is no afterlife. So yeah things as a whole are going to shit but they were always destined to. Our job is palliative. It's going to die, try to make things comfortable before the end.
My primary coping mechanism is woodworking. I'm getting pretty good at building guillotines.
Weaponized Apathy.
Why care about the world when it doesn't care about me? I'll stick to caring about my small circle that I can actually do something for and rather hands off with the rest.
That's the neat part, I don't!
I got a vasectomy as a way of dealing with it.