People don’t like to be reminded about how fucked we are. They would rather bury their head in the sand and pretend the only thing that matters is shitty Instagram reels.
When the vast majority of us have next to zero power to do anything about it, what good does constantly being reminded of it do?
Dammit. I am deeply hurt by this comic representation of me.
I’m represented by both characters and I don’t like it.
“Wow, it’s so nice outside! 😍”
“I know, it’s terrifying.”Literally me every time someone talks about how nice it is that it’s in the 50’s/60’s.
Yeah it feels good but ITS FUCKING DECEMBER WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE REBECCA YOU STUPID CUNT THIS IS WHY THE ENTRIE DEPARTMENT HATES YOU
I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’ve been sitting around quietly letting everyone blame industry and themselves for climate change, but the truth is that I wished for winter to end on a shooting star when I was little. I didn’t realize the implications of such a wish and just hated the cold.
I, uh, also might have wished for bees to go away on my birthday candles. I realize now the bee was just checking my cake for nectar because it had bright colours, but at the time I thought it was attacking my birthday party.
OH GOSH YOU–
Oh gawd, this is me. And then my parents just bounce back with “Guess Jesus is coming soon.”
Reminders of our current impending doom should make us mad, not depressed. Maybe then we could collectively demand something. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Hey, you seem to have dropped this: \
Weird. No issue in edit but I see it too.