I will often say really stupid things out loud. Like the time I was idly wondering aloud whether some people I've met could be deemed suicidal because they wanted so badly to move onto the afterlife, as the neighbor (who is very excited about meeting god) was walking up the driveway behind me. Times like that make me wonder about the end of the world.
Some people I know are concerned about 2012. That is the year the Mayan calender runs out. I could find myself getting mildly worried, but then I remember the whole Y2K drama. And the whole Cold we-are-so-dead War. And the time before that, and the time before that. As a species, we seem to have a fascination with the end of the world. Which makes me wonder if, as a species, we could be deemed suicidal.
I've also been idly hoping that, if the world were to end, any invading aliens would be made of toilet paper with plastic bag armor and they'd be brandishing feather sticks. Because if they were the harbringers of the end of the world, my cat would be vastly content to be on the front lines. As for me, I think after making calendars for the next 4000+ years, the Mayans just got tired of it. I need coffee.
Moral of today's story: fruity pebbles will turn your milk pink.
An Erinku:
pen cup
fallen down
cat tail
flicks past
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