Like, where is the line between sensible conservation of energy and depression? I used to be a passionate, principled (annoying really) sort of person but lately I just cannot summon the energy to give a toss.
Barnaby’s back and has suffered exactly zero consequences for all his outrageous graft, infidelity and general lunacy? Oh yeah, makes sense I guess.
Kate’s dossier has been released to practically zero media interest meanwhile Christian Porter backed down from his defamation action and is still a minister? Sure, sad sign of the times.
Our partisan news media have proven to be tremendous hypocrites in their treatment of VIC and NSW premiers in the same circumstances, and we still don’t have anywhere near adequate amounts of Covid vaccine, welp, water is wet too I guess.
Real estate is even more fucking insane than ever? About right, young people were always turbofucked and no politician has any incentive to change anything there, but even so how did it get this ridiculous? I’m sure as shit not selling my home for a million dollars under the market price so what do you even do?
Misogyny, racism, pineapple on pizzas or really anywhere else, I just can’t be arsed right now. The rest of my life is fine and good so I’m not sure there are reasons why I’m like this.
Please, someone troll me back to life or tell me I’m not alone!