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Why We Need a Support Group for Climate Change

I want to talk to people who understand — don't you?

Not that anyone around me really thinks of our area this way or thinks about climate change in general. If they do, they aren't talking, at least not to me. And I don't mean strangers on the street (it might be a bit awkward to say, "Hey, how's it going, Ed — so how do you feel about the end of the world?") but people I know more closely. A select few might discuss climate change and planetary disaster with me, but not many.

I feel like I need a support group. I have this wonderful life I'm grateful for, with three healthy children and a wonderful spouse. It's so good, and sometimes I think there might be something wrong with me — maybe I'm just too much of a "negative thinker." I've been this way all of my life, sort of going against the grain, wondering why humanity seems so horrible.

It feels like peanuts.

Because it is peanuts.

I know I could be doing more. But I'm trying to balance a marriage and being a parent and keeping us on steady ground. I don't mean those are excuses or that I'm hiding behind my responsibilities to my family. Certainly, children have gone along with their parents on all kinds of adventures. (I'm thinking of The Mosquito Coast with Harrison Ford…)

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