The last quarter of 2001 was more intensely miserable. 2020 misery is more spread out and not quite as terrifying.
1963 because President Kennedy was shot, my teacher cried and my father left home
66 million years ago. Me and my friends out grazing, having a great time, when a giant rock from the sky ruins everything. Luckily, I had giant rock insurance.
Old enough to remember the Kennedy assassination and was of draft age during the Vietnam War, and this year is unprecedented. Anything even mildly bad on top of covid-19 is just amplified and all of the really bad stuff, civil unrest, wildfires, global warming, political upheaval, etc. that keeps coming on top of the pandemic is overwhelming.
I’m 54. I’m retired Navy and spent one year deployed for nearly 300 of 365 days. This is by far the worst year of my life.