

Conversely, I don’t imagine nihilistic choices ever feel particularly good or right.
Exactly correct. I was spiraling in depression about the hopelessness of it all until I decided to actually do something myself.
And then I realized that feeling of trying was at least part of what I was missing all along.
So I boycott, I protest, I volunteer, and dare to be vulnerable and admit I care — not in an ironic or smug way but actually care. And it feels great, especially these days when it feels like many others are beginning to as well.
He’s so slimy that everything he says will hurt him.