In case you haven't been paying attention, we're always fucked. There is never any hope and this time it is always different. This time it's usually foreals, as opposed to all the other times before where we were told it was foreals but it turned out not to be, this time it truly is. Just like all those other times.
Worrying about whatever brand of foreals bullshit is being paraded as the end of civilisation this month got old for me some time around my mid 20's. The last one I remember giving a passing fuck about was the nuclear holocaust that failed to materialise, with clockwork regularity, on the hour, every hour for about a decade and a half, thus ruining any shot of passing into adolescence and planning for the future I might have had.
Protip: We are not fucked. We never have been and, to the best of my knowledge, we never will be. Now I know that's not what you might want to hear but, unfortunately for you, that's how it is. And always has been, ever since the first hysterical monkey learned to rub his opposable, panic stricken thumbs together and yell "We're fucked and there is no hope" Primate was wrong then and he's still wrong seven billion years down the line.
In an existential sense, yeah, sure we're fucked. Pretty soon each and every one of us is going to start rotting and dying and, if you manage to avoid being crushed by a falling piano, the best you have to look forward to is trying to remember who your family are and how to piss and shit without it filling up your trousers. Yeah, in this sense we are all fucked. To death. There is no Jesus, Allah or the fucking tooth fairy going to stick you back together again. Couple of years from now - you die. Enjoy.
Meanwhile you got options. You can either worry about how hard you are about to be fucked (foreals this time) or you can choose to not give a shit about the impending dildo apocalypse or, even better, to laugh at all the assholes throwing their life away whining about how it's not fair and how we're all fucked. There are victims on every corner. Corners they mostly painted themselves into and refuse to leave. That shit's funny if you have the stomach to laugh. If you don't then yeah, we're all fucked.
Foreals this time.
Enjoy.