Nah, not only am I not “losing my will to fight,” I’m having a great time. I don’t take anything online seriously.
Lemmy is NOT real life. It’s an echo-chamber full of people bitching and moaning about the world ending who just love to doomscroll, and then brag about what meds they are taking to cope. It’s fucking weird.
Meanwhile in real life in my neighborhood here in the US, people are visiting parks, flying kites with kids, taking walks with their dogs. I see kids riding their bikes to get ice cream. I hear kids on the playground nearby playing tag and laughing. Guy across the street is shooting the shit with his friends and having a beer. They invited me over for a bbq.
But according to Lemmy we’re all doomed and about to be marched into deathcamps.
Not gonna happen.
World’s not gonna end Lemmy. I promise.
You mean being a privileged, loser murdering scumbag who is gonna spend the rest of his life in prison? Because that is what he is.