It’s the end of the world!
Maybe! You never know!
Okay, so the Mayan’s didn’t have it right, we should have seen that coming. After all, they certainly didn’t have a problem when white men in large hats came traipsing in. No alarm bells rang for the Shamans and Holy men then, and they supposedly had divine knowledge, not to mention the best calendars ever!
Me? I just have a vague sense of unease and anxiety about the future, which some days translates to ITS THE END. This has something to do with turning 40, sure, but I have felt it for a few years, as have others. (Read: Individuals that Only Travel by Bus) A few years ago I got very excited when I thought a large meteorite was going to take out the planet. Excited? Yes, actually. I was. Let’s say the ENTIRE world knew it was about to bite it. Would people stop fighting, bombing, killing? Wouldn’t it be a giant love in, where we all came together in Humanity for one final last gasp? We could all ponder the great questions of life together, such as, does the pepperoni really go on the outside of the cheese, or does it belong inside?
I’d like to think we would, and I’d rather see that, just for a moment, than live to be 100. Don’t get me wrong, I am a lover of life and most things in it. But I see all too clearly that we have inherited a world that we do not deserve. Took it rather, appointing ourselves supreme overlords. Let it start over, amoeba style. Next time maybe the Frogs will rule. But I digress.
When a chunk of meteorite slammed into the Ural Mountains in Russia, I thought, Holy Guacamole! Maybe this is the start of it! But, nothing, no giant rocks since. All my disaster-movie preparedness will be for naught, as Nasa probably has a ray gun to blast any huge passing chunks of star. They won’t give up that easy. Plenty of folks out there would not want to clasp hands around the world singing Kumbaya. Sigh.
I have to accept the fact that it probably isn’t the end of the world, at least not soon. I still have to make deadlines and keep buying groceries and occasionally make the bed. I have also accepted I live on a fault line (this can give one some anxiety about the future) and have prepared the Earthquake kit. This is me taking some responsibility for the inevitable. And I would hate for it to almost be the end of the world, or at least feel like it, and there I was, hankering for some beef jerky, freezing, my kids incredibly pissed off.
So I go on. But as The End nears, you may see me on the corner of Edgemont Village in nothing but a signboard that reads, “The End is Nigh!” (You have to say NiGH, it’s in the Rulebook for Nutters) That, or 40 is just around the corner, and this will blow over like a fart on the wind, only bothersome for a mere moment. Stay tuned.
You never know.