Live your dreams, buddy. Have that orgy. Paint yourself blue. Tell your boss to go fuck they/themseves. We can trust Putin to deliver on his promises and nuke us (Slough first, please). Don’t let your memes be dreams.
I read a short story once about the world ending due to an asteroid collision. The catch was everyone knew but they just went about their day. The protagonist just ended up going to bed as usual even though he knew the world would burn.
Nah, I'd rather go to bed and have one night of uninterrupted, peaceful, deep sleep, i.e., without remembering my anxiety-ridden dreams on awaking. That's the objective right now. What is a orgy worth compared to that?