Forget what happens when it's all over; what about when it all starts?

Sometimes, when I hear about the things that are going on in the world, I want to move to the mountains and have a herd of goats. (A flock? What do you call a group of goats?)

When I hear things like what is going on in Egypt. Or Lybia. Or in DI.

Combine that with the fact that I read the ENTIRE Hunger Games trilogy this weekend (Hunger Games on saturday, all of Catching Fire and part of Mockingjay yesterday, finishing Mockingjay this morning), and then throw the bizarre, colorless weather in the mix, and I have been in the strangest mood.

Now I'm sure it doesn't surprise any of you that I hate winter. And that I have a rather dark side to my personality. And that sometimes the first causes the second. And so this morning, on my way to school, I found myself carefully considering the people who surround me, rating them on an unspoken scale of violence and death; how much of a threat would this person pose? Could they overpower me? Outsmart me? How much remorse would I feel at killing them if it were me or them?

Then, thinking about all of this, I wonder how long it will be until some entirely unthinkable reality becomes my own. For us to reach the point of instability, violence, and fear where our lives as we know it are threatened.

Don't you think it would be hard to be the first generation living in the new way? 

I do.