When you realize you’re in “good days” the feeling is called bittersweet. Therefore one should make the most, as soon as you realize the time is bittersweet. This helps prevent regrets of “not doing enough” later. Like today, it’s not too late to make the most of your upcoming weekend.
I did enjoy living in the future before the dystopia set in. Good times.
I’m a time-traveller, and one of the things that sent me reeling was realizing just how unaffordable housing had become, and how bad inflation had gotten over time.
I went house shopping in 1995 as a curiosity and the realtor goes: “Well, we have a lovely three bedroom starter home available for $150,000”.
My eyes almost bulged out of my head, because a monobloc one-bedroom “starter home” goes for almost $9 million in 2083.
Holy shit…global warming hasn’t killed people by 2083??? Well, if I make it that long I’ll be 100.
So looks like the planet won’t catch on fire while I’M still alive!
goes back to using plastic bags from grocery stores
If I could find out one thing about the future, I’d want to know if the GOP ever managed to accomplish their goal of turning the US into a fascist hellhole.
They did, but they never realize that they did, so they keep trying to go farther and farther until everyone is dead.
Its not possible; good old days always exist as a retrospective of the past, you never experience the present with all the bad parts removed
There have been a few distinct moments in my life where I understood that I was living my good ol days.
If you wake up on a rainy Monday morning and feel okay about going to work then you’re living your best life.
People keep telling me I can’t kill myself and that only makes me want to prove them wrong
Then go back to bed. Eventually you’ll get desperate enough to do something.
Oh, I get out of bed, because I have to go to work. That doesn’t mean I feel good about it.
