Welcome to the waking nightmare of reality, where you’re a tiny spec and nothing you do can be guaranteed to be consequential; but everything you do has a terrifying nonzero chance of being horrifically consequential.
Just be sure to avoid any possibility of being reminded of politics ever again in your life, that way the crushing doubt and guilt don’t have an opportunity to reach you. I recommend a hermitage, but a REAL hermitage, not one of those lame ‘Monastery+1’ places. A pillar in the desert, or a cave near a source of honey and locusts.
Welcome to the waking nightmare of reality, where you’re a tiny spec and nothing you do can be guaranteed to be consequential; but everything you do has a terrifying nonzero chance of being horrifically consequential.
Then why should I give myself an ulcer and panic attacks over politics?
I’m going to do an experiment where I stop voting and see if that has any consequence. Because me voting regularly is what got me into this mess.
Just be sure to avoid any possibility of being reminded of politics ever again in your life, that way the crushing doubt and guilt don’t have an opportunity to reach you. I recommend a hermitage, but a REAL hermitage, not one of those lame ‘Monastery+1’ places. A pillar in the desert, or a cave near a source of honey and locusts.
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
And I won’t feel guilty because voters seem hell bent on fucking things up and making the wrong decision, despite all my attempts to stop them.