Somehow, the thought of our world falling apart actually cheers me up inside. Not that I possess any contempt or hate towards the society, neither I feel like being some sort of "energy vampire" or how does this pseudo-psychology crap is called.
After thinking about it, I came to a conclusion that shit happening around me kind of elevates my inner life. The more rotten the civilization would become, the loftier my dreams, fantasies and hopes would look in comparison. This comforts me.
Though I suppose it would all fade away once I feel the real consequences like poor food and water supplies, no access to Internet or even computers, and etc.