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What I Will Give Up Because of Climate Change

This upcoming year, I’m resolving to give up something that hurts our environment. Since I’m a planner, I’ve also laid out resolutions for the following sixteen years to give up things that correspond to current climate-change projections.

2022: Cooking meat. From now on, takeout only.

2023: Unnecessary flights. Especially to weddings that I don’t want to go to.

2024: Food waste. I will commit to finishing all the food that I buy. And also a lot of the food that my roommate buys.

2025: Plastic shopping bags. I’m going to switch to shopping exclusively online so that, instead of plastic shopping bags, it’s just cardboard and occasionally gratuitous bubble wrap. Bubble wrap isn’t plastic—it’s bubbles.

2026: Printing. I’m very young, so I’ve obviously never even seen a printer. But, if I do see one in 2026, rest assured, I won’t use it. What would I even use it for? An analog copy of my best tweets that can never be flagged for removal by men’s-rights activists? Actually, maybe I would use it.

Person putting cans into the recycling.

2027: Hanging on to my cans until no one is watching so I can throw them in the trash rather than finding aluminum recycling. Not that I ever did this . . . but I’ll definitely stop now.

Person on the toilet and wearing a gas mask.

2028: Flushing. The Alaska wildfires will really serve as a wake-up call this year. Not flushing will be an adjustment for me and my eight roommates, but we will brave it together.

Person smiling and looking at a large stack of pancakes.

2029: Giving up carbs. To clarify, I will give up giving them up. Global food shortages will mean that we will all have to be less picky when it comes to fuelling our bodies.

2030: Investing in a 401(k). No, I won’t have started doing this yet, but I’ll still give up the idea of doing it, since, in 2030, the U.N. will project that retirement is not really going to be a thing anymore. (Ditto for seasons and economies.)

2031: Turning on lights. Who needs ’em?! Now that society has collapsed, I’ll finally have some work-life balance. When it’s dark, I’ll just sleep. Besides, it won’t even get that dark anymore. The fires will emit a pretty steady glow.

2032: Single-use woven baskets. No need to throw away a perfectly good basket after each berry-collecting outing! Except if the berries turn out to be poisonous, at which point it won’t really be an issue.

2033: Afternoon water. I’ll be honest—I’ll be bummed about this one. I really liked drinking water after 12 P.M. But drought conditions are no joke. We’ll now all have to make big sacrifices because we refused to make small ones for so long.

2034: Hogging my family’s good boot. After some soul-searching, I’ll realize that it’s selfish of me to demand the good boot just because my left foot is so riddled with gout. In 2034, we’ll all love that boot, and we’ll all have gout.

2035: Private property. We’ll have so little—what are we doing carving it into smaller pieces to fight over? Who am I to lay claim to Chair Rock, the rock that is shaped kind of like a chair? I didn’t make it. The world did.

Person standing in a yoga pose.

2036: Thinking of myself as separate from my environment. And suppose I did make Chair Rock? (Can you imagine? Ha!) The world made me, so whatever I make belongs to the world. Nature is not clay for me to mold—or, if it is, I’m clay, too. Maybe that’s how we got into this mess: thinking of the world as something to shape from the outside. We’re on the inside. It is an ocean, and we are a wave. Like that wave that wrecked Kansas.

2037: Fear of death. Now that I realize I’m not some essence encased in a corporeal shell, I will stop clinging to my little life as if it were all that mattered. There are bigger things—this pale-blue dot that we’re on, for one. Although scientists say that it’s now more of a pale-orange dot.

2038: Twitter. Unrelated to climate change, this will just start to feel too toxic. Like, everyone’s always mad about something.

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