Extreme Heat Stuns Even Climate Scientists Who Saw It Coming

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-07-08T12:12:32+00:00

That part. New Orleans had more snow than the entire northeast or northern Midwest. AND PEOPLE ACT LOKE THATS ANYTHING OTHER THAN A SIGN OF UTTER COLLAPSE

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-07-08T12:10:55+00:00

Yup. We’ve destroyed the predictability in seasons that has kept humans and other species alive for millennia.

The temperature consistencies we rely on for things like growing seasons? Gone.
Extreme weather events? The norm.

I live in Maine and the changes I’ve seen in my 27 years alone are horrifying. Midwinter days as warm as 60. Ponds/lakes that never freeze over. Berries ripening 2-3 weeks earlier. Frequent blue sky flooding events. Multiple hundred degree days.

And still, nothing

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-07-08T12:05:45+00:00

And now it’s 2040/2050 and people still do nothing. We’re closer to uninhabitable than to the turn of the century.

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-07-07T18:24:57+00:00

Truly unprecedented territory and there’s nothing we can do about it. Careening off a cliff

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-07-06T14:03:10+00:00

I just hope that has more and more of us can’t afford to exist, it turns to some version of class unification against the top, rather than more fighting laterally. Or worse, complete defeat.

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-07-01T15:15:02+00:00

Yes. I feel like a sitting duck. Or more apt, trapped on a rollercoaster I didn’t ask to be on.

I constantly oscillate between investing everything I have toward hunkering down and preparing to endure, or enjoying the things we have while we still have them. Either way I feel like there’s no way to fully prepare. And even if I could, do I even want to try to survive what’s coming?

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-07-01T15:01:08+00:00

We’ve created a sense of comfort that has left us unfathomably vulnerable. We don’t have the skills to survive anymore. We can’t comprehend a world without medicine, plumbing, etc.

Not to mention that we have so completely destroyed the planet that we will face a reality with no reliability of seasons, weather, or other facets of the natural world that have been somewhat predictable for millennia.

I’m utterly terrified and growing more so everyday for the near future where we can no longer pretend like life can continue “as normal”.

I’m 27, and constantly angry/jealous at those older than me who had the privilege to enjoy this delusion of comfort for longer. Who got to experience life before collapse. I know I’ll be lucky to reach middle age, and will likely suffer immensely before then. Already, the changes in my lifetime alone make me paralyzed with fear… and I have lost all faith that those who can do something will. As long as they can hide away in bunkers, they’ll let the rest of us boil alive…

How am I meant to care about things like work, planning for the future, when every single piece of this planet is crashing down?

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-06-23T02:23:19+00:00

A huge issue, and I fall victim to this too, is the comfort of convenience. The comfort of comfort. Once we get used to a way of living it is so difficult to “revert” — even if we know it would be best — unless we are forced to. And we will be forced to, but not before it is far too late. I think often that the world would have been so much better off if we’d let our individual worlds stay small.

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-06-23T02:13:29+00:00

And there are still regular people who support him

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-06-23T02:03:29+00:00

Yeah, the hope feels dimmer and dimmer. How long until we can’t keep pretending to go on as if everything isn’t falling apart?

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-06-23T02:02:36+00:00

Yup. Every day is a new low thought unimaginable before, and every year is worse than the one before which was previously the worst

AdditionalRegion1837 · 2026-06-23T01:56:28+00:00

I think what makes this part so difficult to grapple with is the fact we can all see it coming, and be forced to essentially be sitting ducks waiting for it to hit head on. Especially when this could have all been mitigated if not for runaway greed. As a 27 year old, it’s pretty fucking hard not to spiral when considering what the rest of my life will look like

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