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« on: 21-05-2011, 18:05:08 »
Don't you feel stupid when you just threw everything else in your life because everyone was telling you that the world was going to end? You take your family to a safe place while this moral panic swoops everyone in the clutches of a fiery death. You pray and you cry, hugging with your family who laments that their happiness is going to cut down short, because its judgement day and the world needs to atone for the sins of mankind.
But what's that? The long agonizing hours have passed, hurled into the same spiral of dementia and fear of death. That's when you hear something magical, something that spells that maybe, maybe life goes on. The chirping of birds in the morning is the most wonderful sound you've ever heard. You wipe out the tears of lament from your face and use the sleeves of your shirt to clean the desperation in your family face. You stand up with courage and determination, while your family does the same and venture outside the panic room. You're house is in the same state of disarray as yesterday, when you were too busy gathering supplies, screaming.
You go to the door while your framily traverse next to you, using your courage as leverage. You place a shaking hand in the door handle. You look at them and they look back at you. Your wife step forward and place a comforting hand and she smiles. You smile back and nod and together, you twist the door handle and the door is opened with a dry click.
What you see now, is the same world you've seen in the news and in your daily life. The greenery scenary stays the same, the birds chirp and recollect food and your neightbors are the same assholes as before.
Little Jimmy passes through your house in a bycicle and maliciously throws a wrinkled newspaper at your face. As the impact registers and the fading cynical laugher fades away, you suddenly feel a wave of stupidity and idiocy surf through you and it's in a time like this were you wept and crouch down and cry for being a stupid moron.
That's right, that's how people should feel like right now. This is my 4th apocalypsis; Y2K, the parylisis of january in 2000, the 6th june of 2006 and today, may 21st of 2011. My next doomsday? 21st december of 2012.
Cheer guys and enjoy life.