…When you’re walking through the supermarket?
Like this all could be over in a few years? Our life of quiet convenience and ease, not having to fight or hunt for food. Lives not in constant danger.
And how will we look back on these times? They are good times. Not always, not for everyone, but for most of us. We will look back and remember people quietly going about their business, selecting which juice to buy, contemplating recipes.
I have no idea how bad things will get, or even if entire economies are going to collapse and bring Venezuela level suffering to everyone. But they might… And that thought played on my mind when I visited the supermarket to buy garlic salt and eco-friendly sandwich bags.
Dude! I’ve done this. It’s surreal. Like dissociative disorder. It’s like everyone else is an NPC, and they have no idea the dragon’s headed this way. The only way I get through it is by pretending they’re thinking just like me and we’re all keeping our heads down so we don’t panic.
I feel bad for the NPCs, they are only trying to live their lives just like me. How tf is slightly overweight mum over there going to handle the collapse with her two then young teens? And grandpa over there will live to see the start of the fall and know it’s all over for his grandkids. I could be up against soccer dad over there for the last food in the dairy. Maybe I really should be putting all my effort towards self sustaining.