melancholia

Definitely doomed

I'm finding it kind of hard to be alive in the world right now and when I think about having kids I think I should probably definitely only have none or one (but Elsie wants two) because everything is terrible and the planet is doomed. I know things are always this awful (aren't they?), I'm just less able to ignore it at the moment. Is the news always this depressing?! Yes.

Like, why does no one care about where the clothes they buy come from? Why do so many people still eat meat? Why did I buy Burger King last week and why the eff does a (salad) burger need so many layers of packaging? Who is the asshole who invented individually wrapped pitted prunes? Are you fucking kidding me? All my friends are pretty 'switched on' about stuff, so why do they not give a shit that they buy clothes that are made by people in Bangladesh for twenty cents a day by companies that have no qualms about destroying the environment and their workers and AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH WE ARE DEFINITELY ALL GOING TO DIE. Seriously, how can people who care about feminism and human rights actively support industries that trade IN HUMAN MISERY. I guess everything trades in human misery. I know that just because I buy all my clothes second-hand doesn't mean I'm not an asshole in other ways. Mum, can I have a fair-trade MP3 player for my birthday? Made from minerals that are sustainably mined? Yeah sure.

Everything is terrible and I really don't want to see the end of the world because I wouldn't be chill like Kirsten Dunst, I would lose my shit and cry and scream.

// but then I have spent the last few years drinking and having fun and ignoring all these things so I'm not exactly modelcitizen and when is my guilt gonna translate into action //