As the weather gets nicer, I find that I care less about Internet stuff. Maybe it’s the cognitive dissonance between the online world of ZOMG the world is in an existential crisis, everything sucks on the one hand and my immediate circumstances being quite pleasant on the other.
Maybe once the existential crises come spilling out from the Internet and into my real world I’ll be singing a different tune.
I know the feeling, Doug. As I tend to my little trees and start cuttings and all the other things that go with working with plants, I tend to forget that we’re just 3 minutes from the Zombie Pocky-Lips…
Maybe Governor Pence and Senator Mordac the Preventer of Social Services will change that…
One by-product of an immediately available world of information is the potential to constantly marinade in an anxiety stew.