While most people seem to fret about thier jobs, sports, relationships, social status, and other petty nonsense I lay awake at night thinking about the peak oil crisis, our population explosion, the pressure placed on resources in general by the expansion of this culture, the number of cultures we destroy and the innoscent people that suffer so the quality of life in America and other devloped nations can continue, the wisdom that disapears with every culture that is eradicated, the two hundred species that go extinct because of the expansion of this culture every day and how much this must be taking apart our own ecological system, how close we are to human extinction, the fact that bees are disapearing and no one knows why (which will lead to a cessation of cross pollination and eventually the end to most of the plansts we subsist on and feed our cattle with), the lack of fulfillment offered by this culture, the fact that everything is a copy of a copy of a copy, the complete banality of all forms of entertainment.

Maybe you just think I'm some hippie who's fretting over the planet but I seriosuly wonder how anyone manages to be happy. do you all just ignore it? Do you not care? Does this stagnant mess of a culture make you happy somehow? I've certainly managed to medicate myself with temeprary joy at times, but isn't that what we are all doing? How doy ou deal, someone tell me.