Do these people know how many times they've completely screwed up other peoples plans by making incorrect predictions about the end of the world? I get why they do it. There are a few reasons. I think the main reason is because who doesn't want to be right about something that absolutely huge? For the rest of time, what little there is left of it, you will be known and revered as "the one" who truly could see the future. You will have the satisfaction of knowing that what you believed all of your life was worth it. And maybe, in a farther reaching sense, the sense of if you are able to predict it correctly from enough years away, maybe you will have changed someone's life for the better.
Every time you get it wrong you really get it wrong. As unhelpful as cults are, for the few ones that really do help people turn their lives around for the better (for whatever insane reason they're able to convince them to change), what happens when you're wrong prediction produces mass suicides? I think that was the funny and also frustrating thing about this whole Planet X thing.
For a while, I was absolutely thrilled. Finally, it's over. How great is it that I'll be able to die! We're finally checking out, baby! Free of all guilt about what'll happen to the people's lives you've touched directly or indirectly and free from all sadness about the people that will actually miss you and free from the anger about the people that never had time for you, but will put on a show because they're emotional tourists. It's over, it's done! No more bills, no more trying to fit in or getting pissed off with trying to fit in and having to give the world the finger and go your own way only to be dragged back around to trying to fit in because that life gets exhausting and sometimes you just want a damn hug to get through another week.
All of our hopes were running high and the day came and the day went and nothing. Just a big fat nothing. More bills. More bad deals from companies and services that know you can't really go anywhere else and are going to continue to screw you royally because ... well, where else are you going to go? More stupid rhetoric from Capitol Hill. More disappointments in policy making. More losses. More frustrations. More "why the hell am I even bothering with this garbage." We were all supposed to be reduced to superheated plasma two days ago. Instead we've got more... more... what do you even call the new "this"? What is this?
Well, good talk. I'm going to go to sleep and wake up, I suppose. Adventure through dreamland until the sun comes up and those businesses open again and we all get on the road and start jogging toward our graves, or maybe just sit down and run out our clocks doing nothing, or try to mate with each other or ourselves. Maybe I'll just read something. Or listen to someone read something. Another day gone by and the world is still turning. I want out. I'll wait my turn. What's the hurry, right? Not like anything else is happening in this arm of our galaxy. Might as well go skip some rocks.
///Daedelus - "Special Re:Quest" bed time. but I'm not tired! you've got to get some sleep sweetie. try for me, would you? will you leave the christmas lights on? sure, nite nite.
Every time you get it wrong you really get it wrong. As unhelpful as cults are, for the few ones that really do help people turn their lives around for the better (for whatever insane reason they're able to convince them to change), what happens when you're wrong prediction produces mass suicides? I think that was the funny and also frustrating thing about this whole Planet X thing.
For a while, I was absolutely thrilled. Finally, it's over. How great is it that I'll be able to die! We're finally checking out, baby! Free of all guilt about what'll happen to the people's lives you've touched directly or indirectly and free from all sadness about the people that will actually miss you and free from the anger about the people that never had time for you, but will put on a show because they're emotional tourists. It's over, it's done! No more bills, no more trying to fit in or getting pissed off with trying to fit in and having to give the world the finger and go your own way only to be dragged back around to trying to fit in because that life gets exhausting and sometimes you just want a damn hug to get through another week.
All of our hopes were running high and the day came and the day went and nothing. Just a big fat nothing. More bills. More bad deals from companies and services that know you can't really go anywhere else and are going to continue to screw you royally because ... well, where else are you going to go? More stupid rhetoric from Capitol Hill. More disappointments in policy making. More losses. More frustrations. More "why the hell am I even bothering with this garbage." We were all supposed to be reduced to superheated plasma two days ago. Instead we've got more... more... what do you even call the new "this"? What is this?
Well, good talk. I'm going to go to sleep and wake up, I suppose. Adventure through dreamland until the sun comes up and those businesses open again and we all get on the road and start jogging toward our graves, or maybe just sit down and run out our clocks doing nothing, or try to mate with each other or ourselves. Maybe I'll just read something. Or listen to someone read something. Another day gone by and the world is still turning. I want out. I'll wait my turn. What's the hurry, right? Not like anything else is happening in this arm of our galaxy. Might as well go skip some rocks.
///Daedelus - "Special Re:Quest" bed time. but I'm not tired! you've got to get some sleep sweetie. try for me, would you? will you leave the christmas lights on? sure, nite nite.
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