I've lately been wallowing a bit in the apparent futility and pointlessness of my current existence.  If civilization as we know it has no future, if I'll likely face starvation in my lifetime, if nothing I can accomplish now is likely to survive the total and complete collapse of the modern world, then why should I bother doing much of anything?  Why go through the motions of starting a career, when I'll be scavenging for rags and eating bugs to survive in a few years time? Why bother starting a family if my children are likely to die before reaching adulthood?  Why do much of anything?

I feel sort of embarassed for even mentioning this.  One shouldn't talk about one's stupid existential crises.  But still.