We’re all fucked, enjoy what’s left of natural beauty because it’s all going to be gone in the blink of an eye.
Humanity gets so fucking horny over the idea of alien life, meanwhile we have absolutely amazing, surreal, awe inspiring life forms ALL OVER THE PLANET. We’re living with fascinating, alien lifeforms, and we’re just watching them all go extinct while we furiously masturbate the dick of late-stage capitalism.
For all we know these creatures are the only companions we will ever know in the universe, and we’re just crossing species off the list by the thousands each year (and rapidly accelerating).
I feel like I’m drowning in despair—it’s enough to sometimes wish I was one of the fucking countless people who are just too small-minded/ignorant/selfish to care. Just blissfully reciting talking points created by rich old men, bumping and bumbling my way through life completely oblivious to the hell we’re collectively approaching.
I mean they have to hit you with just the right amount of a lot of things to make you funny, but I’d put a lot of determiners far ahead of any possible correlation to trauma
To be more ‘funny’ than ‘suicidal,’ wouldn’t the right amount of trauma always be as little trauma as possible?