Steamed Mussels, Guacamole, and Denial
A climate recipe for disaster.
I might be a witness to our extinction. It seems important to mark the day I realize that.
It’s embarrassing to admit global warming snuck up on me. I know better. But like many Americans luxuriating in the drivel of our everyday lives, I pay scant attention to what’s happening.
I don’t deny that a climate catastrophe is in the making. I understand the emergency. I know something must be done.
I cheer Greta Thunberg. I recycle. I walk instead of driving when I can. I have a water bottle and try to remember to fill it instead of buying plastic ones.
I take global warming more seriously some days than others. Something we don’t hear enough about is the cause Syrian Civil War. There is a great deal of evidence to support that a drought was its catalyst. People in the countryside migrated to cities for water, eventually causing the uprising against al-Assad.
I remember how keenly I felt over the dearth of press about it. Then I forgot.
When it comes to our climate catastrophe, I do just enough to assuage feelings of guilt over it. The rest of my actions are driven by convenience.
