I've stopped caring. I used to. I used to care a lot.

Denial Anger<- right here Bargaining Depression Acceptance

Now I just watch. Hoping I get to see the fuckers responsible choke on the smog of thier own bullshit before I do.

Sure, I still do what I can on my end, grow my own food, solar panels, recycling, the whole nine yards. But it's not like that's going to do anything. Just makes my carbon footprint less.

I fantasize about the moment when the morons in charge realize it. They won't admit it of course, but you'll see it, they'll start building bunkers, shelters, try to get off the planet. And then fail, and then do a last pathetic little hail mary to try and fix things, fail. And then bitch and moan and scream all the way to the fucking grave.

And finally. When most or all of us are dead; and the biosphere of earth has reduced 95%, things will start to get better.

Drugs, mostly.

But seriously, I understand the feeling. Realizing you've spent your entire life watching those in power bend over backwards to destroy the planet despite decades of scientific evidence highlighting the problem is beyond aggravating and incredibly depressing all at the same time.