Am I Supposed to Care? Because I Don’t.
The world is on fire. I’m powerless. And I’m tired of swimming upstream with people I neither like nor respect.
(Note: This is written with the brazen arrogance of white privilege which unfortunately grants me the ability to write this. Here’s to hoping that changes one day.)
I’m going to kick this off by saying something that every single person has probably already felt or said 25x today.
I am tired.
I am so tired of everything and everyone. Of trying and getting nowhere. Of fighting for things that I’m powerless to change or stop.
I’m literally exhausted in every sense of the word.
My soul is tired. My mind is tired. My heart? Jesus H. Christ. She packed up and jumped ship with some freedom fighters about 3 months into the pandemic panini pandemonium.
Every facet of life exhausts me. Relationships? Exhausting. Going outside? Literally an act of life or death these days. Planning for the future? Who would be so stupid at this point? Honestly…
The world is on fire and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Sure, I can continue to stress myself over the recycling and the amount of consumables I’m…
