Drugs, lots and lots of tender loving illigeal drugs

Reading history books for greater context. Shit always finds a new flavor of fucked, apparently.

And drinking a boatload.

Smoke a lot of weed

I silently quit life. It’s not going well.

Remember that the world used to be filled with feudalistic absolute-monarchist nations where the Emerperor/King always got away with doing immoral shit, and most people who worked for the monarch can fuck up your life with zero repercussions.

Today, at least sometimes the leaders can get punished.

South Korea just Impeached their president. And the president will likely get convicted and removed from office and go to prison, just as with one of the presidents before.

Brazil is now investigating their former President for an attempted coup.

The US isn’t there yet, but at least we tried. Eventually, the president will be held accountable, maybe not in 10 years, but eventually we’ll evolve out of this shit. The US had slavery, and got rid of it (for the most part). We had Jim Crow and got rid of that. It used to be only white male landowners could vote, and eventually Black Men, then Women, also got the right to vote. Progress happens even if it looks very slow.

Back then there was also no modern medicine, a small flu can kill you. If a family had 2 children in any country that’s even slightly developed, both children likely survive. But before modern medicine, you need like 8 children and maybe 2 of them will survive.

Back then there were no entertainment on demand, if you are bored, you are just bored. Now we can just go on Youtube, Netflix or whatever and have a billion things to watch.

Back then, you didn’t have a 40 hour work week, you were on a farm and had to constantly work. Any bad weather and crops died you’re starving. Or if it post industrial revolution, you could be at a factory with way longer hours and much worse conditions than today.

People think “this is so bad” but it was way worse before.

I say “thank goodness I don’t live in China, or worse.” Then I go back to trying to improve my life.

Try really hard to ignore all evidence against the afterlife.

Preparing myself for the world Titor predicted. Small communities.

Learning to homestead as best I can as a renter. Lots of raised beds and planter bags.

I only buy things to support my hobbies. Saving up for land and a prefab home so I can go completely independent.

I don’t want to worry if critical food gets expensive again.

I organize and build relationships in my community. Everyone has something to offer and something they need. It isn’t always immediately obvious what those things are, so it’s nice to have an existing network when you figure it out. Get together. Have potlucks. Share your skills, knowledge, tips, tricks and resources.

Underwork when I can, especially if I feel underpaid and under appreciated. Humanity is doomed to destroy itself, so I don’t worry all that much about things. Hell, at this point I would enjoy watching it end. But until then, I’m gonna chill, smoke weed, make music and spend time with the good folks around me.

I go to work, enjoy my hobbies, support my family, and drink a lot.

Weed.

I act like this is not a drill. We’ve put together an emergency kit. We have a reverse osmosis water filter. I’ve been stockpiling seeds, personal care items, first aid supplies, and shelf stable food. I spend my time reading, playing board games and doing puzzles with my spouse. We’re spoiling the heck out of our pets. Trying not to spend money unless absolutely necessary. Towing the line between staying informed and doom scrolling. Some days better than others.

I should probably be more active. I shouldn’t drink at all, but I still do on occasion. I should be eating healthier and engaging in my community. But I only have so much energy and to be honest I’m barely holding on. Secretly praying for a Hail Mary because I can’t believe this sham of an election is going to go through. I just can’t.

Butt stuff

I don’t. I’m literally on suicide watch trying new psych meds and wondering if the emotion storms are triggered by news, or the new drugs. Whee.

When the entire country is tilting day by day over the precipice about to fall into the abyss of fascist, one-party autocracy, it feels like the night before the Martians emerge with their tripods and heat rays. I feel like Fiver seeing the notice board portending the disaster of Sandleford Warren. I feel cursed for slighting Apollo somehow.

People are carrying on as if there’s nothing wrong or nothing we can do, and I can’t understand how they continue to function.