My good blog friend Suebob asked a question recently. (Or maybe not recently. Sorry.)
Anyway, the question was, basically, with looming environmental disaster, the distinct possibility of wars for basic resources, etc., how does one work up enough confidence in the future to procreate?
My answer is that you just have to not think about the potential for armed gangs showing up at your house to kill you for gasoline at the same time as you think about your child’s future.
Of course, once they’re born, you have to continue not to think about it. Especially at 3am when you’re the only one awake, and you’ve seen Children of Men and I Am Legend and thought of them as possible futures, not fiction.
I’m so screwed.