Everything Sucks Now (or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb)
November 2025
I remember my childhood very well. I remember coming home from school each day, 4:20pm on the dot, going to the corner store with my older sister and spending the dollar allowance my mom gave me on chips, soda, and a few pieces of candy, and running home to our apartment to catch the very end of Hamtaro. There was an abundance of free time that I didn’t know what to do with and yet I still craved more. New episode of Code Lyoko starts at 5:30pm on Thursdays, so I have to be ready for that. New episode of Pokemon drops at 11am on Saturday but I need to wake up early to catch Spider Riders and maybe even What’s New Scooby Doo?. Oh but that new game I keep seeing in the commercials, I have to write that down for Santa to get me for Christmas, even though it’s months away. There were so many moments of my life that were penciled into my schedule. Everything was a memorable event. The anticipation of waiting for the next thing is what carried me through my entire childhood. Yet here I am, almost 30 years old, struggling to find the same sense of gratification and I don’t think it’s entirely my fault.
