There, even the title is depressing!
I did not imagine things going so badly for the world as they are right now, as of August 2025. But with perspective, I can see this was decades in the making. Alas.
Things may get worse before they get better. How much worse? I don’t know. But for the first time, I feel glad to be older than younger. I don’t know how long the bad times will last. Maybe they’ll persist through the rest of my life and beyond. Maybe humans just aren’t very smart and we’ve hit our limit.
Maybe aliens will save us.
But given that I am older rather than younger, I will at least have less to live through than if I were some 20-something hipster. This shouldn’t be a comforting thought, but somehow it is.
Mind you, I still want to live to be a robust 95 or something and if they could magically extend life to something crazy like 150, I’d probably be up for that, too, just to see if monorails ever really take off.
Still, this dystopia thing is a bummer. I wish we were better, collectively, as a species.
