The latest IPCC report makes it clear that climate change is happening now and that we need major, concerted, international efforts to slow it down and deal with the ongoing crises it will cause.
After 18 months of a worldwide pandemic, it’s pretty obvious that major, concerted, international efforts will only happen in a fantasy world. And not in a fantasy novel, since I’m sure no editor would accept a novel that posited major, concerted, international efforts to do anything.
“Too implausible,” they would say. And they would be right.
I haven’t thought about the report very much. I knew what it would say when I heard it was coming out. Good news about important things is in short supply.
In truth, I’ve been depressed lately. Anxious, too, though not as anxious as I was last year. And angry. Very, very, very angry.
This might seem to call for therapy. But I’m depressed, anxious, and angry because of the pandemic, the atrocious US public health response, right-wing extremism, and climate change.
A therapist can’t fix any of that. All a therapist can do is help me put up with this nonsense.
And I don’t want to put up with it. Continue reading “Angry These Days”…