9/27/19
Dear diary,
I really want this climate change business to be real, but I just can’t find the evidence. Maybe I’m not looking in the right places, or haven’t looked hard enough, I don’t know. You have no idea how much I want to be wrong about this, how much I want climate change to exist. Don’t ask me why. I just do.
I’ve had people tell me that climate change actually does exist and that there’s a lot of information readily available to prove it, and to that I say, “PLEASE SHOW ME! TAKE ME OUT OF MY MISERY, I’M BEGGING YOU!” I think my desperation scares them off. I’m not allowed back in the library, and I forgot my computer password back in 2015, so I have no way of conducting my own research.
I fear I must face the reality that the climate just isn’t changing. It’s so difficult for me to accept this. I want climate change to be real so bad. Other people tell me I’m right and that there’s no way climate change exists. How do they give up hope so fast?
Sometimes…I dream. I dream of a world where things are different, where the earth is slowly warming. People ask me why I want this. “Don’t you care about the future of our environment?” they’d ask. “I do,” I’d respond. “I just have some conflicting feelings that I’m trying to work out right now.”
I saw a lot of young people marching down the street the other day. They had signs that seemed to confirm my desire. To them, climate change wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a mystery. They seemed to not like it. I tried to join and ask questions but couldn’t keep up, as I can only reach the walking speed of a small dog. So much for that.
Maybe if I were to cut my foot off and stick it under my sleeping pillow, the carbon footprint fairy will come provide further guidance. Tomorrow, I’ll try going outside and shouting into the sky cloud in search of answers. All I want is for climate change to exist. This is killing me. More later.
Written by Sal Utations