A buddy of mine calls me “Doomsday Dusty,” and I guess you can see why. But hey, at least I’m not the only one.
I think the most interesting part about this week’s Dustinland, if I may say so myself, is that there has always been a threat of doom looming over us, but the cause of that supposed threat was something bigger than the average person, from plague to nuclear war. Today, with future dangers stemming from environmental issues, we’re now told that the end may be near, not because World War III, but because when we throw out our toothbrushes, the plastic can leach into the water supply. Suddenly the most mundane everyday experiences are going to bring about the end of life as we know it. Talk about a situation to cause paranoia! We can’t just hope for our world leaders not to bomb each other. We have to figure out a way for billions of people to change the ways they live.
If I was an alien, I’d tell humans, “Good luck with that.” But I am human. So instead I worry, lie awake at night, and feel guilty for not knowing what I can do to stop it all.