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I asked my friend a question today: Do you want to be in high school still when the world ends?
It applies to her and to me. I’m a bit of a slacker, and it’s not even as if I’m unaware of that fact. There’s a lot that I wish I could have done, that I should have done/should do that I am going to regret not doing if I die this year.
What’s the likelihood of the world ending? 1:3? 1:500? 1:6 000 000 000?
How do people who have never actually experienced this kind of thing before go about predicting the chances of it happening?
I was 6 when Y2K was upon us. I don’t even remember Y2K. I remember sleeping through the night, maybe? I was living in an apartment, possibly. I’m almost positive I woke up the next morning and watched a Charlie’s Angel’s New Years Special…
That was my routine when I was 7. Sleep, Charlie’s Angel’s, daycare, school, sleep… etc. My routine today is not very unlike that when I was younger. Sleep, Mentalist, best friend’s, work, sleep… etc. School on the odd day. Maybe.
This is part of what frustrates me. I understand that life is routine and life is reliability and predictability and safety nets. I get it. And for the most part, I cannot complain. I have it pretty damned good right now. But on the other hand, I could have it better. I could have more. (By more I don’t mean GIVEMETHINGSNOW) I could be happy. Or happier.
When it’s 12/21/2012, I won’t be here. I won’t be in my home town with the people I’ve loved and lost and won’t forget until the day I die. I won’t have my baby boy, I won’t hold my sister, and I won’t say goodbye to my mother. I’ll be away and grateful for every opportunity ever given to me. Even though I’ve never really… Taken advantage of those.
But hey, on the plus side, if smoking doesn’t get me, 2012 will.
