|How nervous should I be?
||[Jun. 8th, 2014|05:14 pm]
So, I live in Seattle; I have for getting on to 13 years now. Rules are: don't put away your rain gear until after the 4th of July.|
This has been the driest spring I've ever seen. Is this a problem? I don't know - 13 years ain't nothing when it comes to unusual seasons.
And yet... and yet we're seeing more and more signs of global warming. And I don't know if a dry spring is a *big deal* or not.
It's times like this... well. I always kinda-sorta-hypothetically wanted children. I knew it wasn't likely to happen - as my thirties went by with a woman I couldn't trust to be a good mother due to health issues, and my own health only barely-good-enough, I realized that the chance of fathering a child was pretty small, and it grows smaller daily. But I'm also a little bit relieved.
And I hope someday, I think I'm a damn fool for saying that, for not having faith that with the sheer mass of humanity, and thus, the sheer mass of intelligence and flat out cussedness that humans wouldn't find a way to handle all of this. If so, it'll be a strong lesson not to take too much from some pretty scary signs. Right now, I don't think humanity is mature enough to accept the risk, or carry out the necessary actions.