A quick google search defines "entropy" as
1. a thermodynamic quantity representing the unavailability of a system's thermal energy for conversion into mechanical work, often interpreted as the degree of disorder or randomness in the system
or
2. lack of order or predictability; gradual decline into disorder.
A while ago--it could have been a year, two years, more years?--I decided that the foreseeable future was no longer a thing because funny, hilarious, unintelligible, nonsense things were happening too often. In this version of existence, things got better, and things got worse. I said, "things won't get better," and while they didn't in some ways, they also did in some other ways.
This is really just a fancy self-inflicted name for change that I can't predict, or that I'm not ready for.
I tried to find the patterns in it, but when has anything ever made proper logical sense?
And therefore, entropy keeps increasing.
It's probably quite ironic, actually, that I keep relating it to summer. To be fair, summer has historically had a high heat index. But the heat index is usually at its highest during the first six months of the year.
Not to be quoting a specific abnormal heat again, but some of these variables repeat too much.