There are many things that trigger fatigue nowadays. And not necessarily a physical tiredness, but more an assault on our mental acuity and well-being. You know– the usual suspects– stress, guilt, anger.
Take, for instance, the current news that gas prices are rising again, approaching their highest levels since the last time they were manipulated by the Saudis and Russia.
Every time this happens, we bang our heads against the wall for a couple minutes, maybe take some blood pressure medication, complain a bit, then get on with our day. It’s a familiar cycle. We’ll be briefly placated by the explanation that the changeover to a summer blend or a winter blend will cause supply issues and attendant fluctuations in price. But as much as this may be the case, it doesn’t really help quiet the nagging thought that we continue to feed the beast that is the fossil fuel industry.
I’d like nothing more than to drive less and feel good about that. And if I was driving, all the better if it was a hybrid or electric vehicle. The brick wall, though, is the cost of going this route. These types of vehicles aren’t inexpensive, and the ones that are somewhat reasonable are too small to consider as an option.
Anyway, it’s one of those days when anger stirs at the thought of being part of the problem, being a contributor to the CO2 glut, and, perhaps most infuriating of all, being sucked into falling in line and playing the part of just another dutiful consumer doing his best lemming imitation for his highnesses in Riyadh and Moscow, or wherever they hide out.
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