Clippings from the dystopiary

Things can’t possibly get any worse. Or can they?

Yahoo Answers screenshot: What to do now that my soul is dead and I have abandoned all hope?

To elaborate:

I don’t know what to do now. The world has now gone completely insane and I’m literally counting down the days until I’m forced to attempt survival in a post-apocalyptic nightmare.

People are excruciatingly nasty and evil. Those who are not are a rare anomaly and very puny and useless.

All of my dreams are dead. There are no resources for the change that I’d like to make in the world. I have no partner and no children. There is no one that can make my heart soft again.

Day and night I drift deeper into hatred for the human race and for all of god’s failed creation.

Now what? Should I just get up and go to work again like a robot?

Based purely on my own experience, I’d say this sounds like a high-school student with no prom date. (Disclosure: I was once a high-school student with no prom date.) Anyone got any better ideas?


  1. Georganna Hancock (@GLHancock) »

    4 May 2015 · 5:55 pm

    Me too, but it sounds like me, a 71 y.o. woman. Too sophisticated expressions for a current high schooler. And yes, things can ALWAYS get worse! (Bitter experience speaking!)

    I plan to work for physician- assisted death legislation … or hire a hit man.

  2. fillyjonk »

    4 May 2015 · 6:17 pm

    I would suggest the person find a therapist and maybe get some medication. Could be a neurotransmitter issue. (I’ve sent students to the campus counselor over less).

    Alternatively, it could be someone making things seem much worse than they are, for any of a number of reasons.

    I admit, when I get feeling like that (in a much more minor league way), I watch lots of nice and fun cartoons until the feeling passes. The world may still be going to Hell, but I don’t have to look out the window as we go. (And I can at least avoid being nasty and evil to the people around me.)

  3. McGehee »

    5 May 2015 · 12:05 am

    Should I just get up and go to work again like a robot?


    Despair is a choice — rarely the right one, never a smart one.

  4. McGehee »

    5 May 2015 · 12:06 am

    And don’t ask me how I learned that.

  5. Francis W. Porretto »

    5 May 2015 · 5:01 am

    Well, he could “cowboy the eff up” and learn to be a man. He could also “cut the soles off my shoes, live in a tree, and learn to play the flute.” But I rather think he’ll just wallow in his misery for the foreseeable future. He seems comfy there.

  6. Tatyana »

    6 May 2015 · 7:29 am

    Been there, done that.
    My beloved grandma used to tell me: “when whole world seems against you and you doubt does it worth to struggle, look around. you will always find somebody in much worse condition or circumstances, but tenaciously holding on. look at them and be ashamed of your weak heart.”

    can’t say finding examples of bigger misery helps me much to overcome the blues, but it definitely does what she promised: I feel ashamed.

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