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"I'm listening to music in my walkman. It's been two hours!! Oh, the batteries died. Hang on, let me get my replacements... damn I left them at home. What should I do now? I guess nothing....... alone with my thoughts. I'll just fix my hair with this ozone-layer-destroying spray can. Cough, cough!!! The smog is harsh today! Not as harsh as last month, though."
I have a weird underlying anxiety that I'll be incinerated in a nuclear fireball.
I'm glad I'm not gay, since people would treat me terribly, but I do keep noticing one of my classmates
My third grade teacher (in 1983) showed my class a TV movie called The Day After. It was about a small town doing normal stuff and then a nuclear war hit. It was EXTREMELY graphic for an early-80's TV movie. For weeks afterwards, I thought any plane flying overhead was really a nuclear missile coming to kill everyone. And I lived relatively close to an airport so there were a LOT of airplanes/potential nukes.
I found a copy of When the Wind Blows when I was young (six or seven?).
Fucking traumatizing.
That's why I hate the "climate change is unstoppable, let's just ignore it bullshit". Humanity managed to get this far without dying in a nuclear winter. We can learn to take the goddamn bus.