The Vent

There are those who constantly preach the end of the world. What goes on in their mind, who knows. They say the world will end and the end is around the corner. Almost as if they want it to end. It used to be people didn't have to think as much. They worked, they ate, they slept, they went to church. Basically what we do now, except all the other time we have in our hands when we are not working, eating, sleeping, and being at church, or coffee shop, or where ever you get your divine lift from.

Secretly these people want the world to end, because they see themselves on the side of salvation. In their minds, they want to prove that: a. In the words of Gloria Gaynor: "I will survive," or b. They won't actually survive but God has a nice couch right next to his little toe for their souls to sit and rejoice thereafter. Or c. They can just be some damn pessimists.

Then there are those Jim Jones followers who were truly happy when they had to go. Jesus, the spaceships are waiting! Can you imagine?

And perhaps the UFOs were waiting. perhaps death was a black hole that funneled them to some other conscience in the universe.

Nevertheless, I've noticed apocalyptic people also tend to be lonely people. Or people who don't have much choice in the business, anyway. They are those walking suicidals lacking the confidence to get it over with, talking the talk.

Pretty selfish individuals, if you ask me. Find them near a playground, staring at the kids playing in the slides and swings, unaware of the world troubles, thinking, "this flower will shake all you little petals off when it blows..." Sick, lonely selfish bastards, toying around in their minds with the innocents' futures.

I don't doubt the world will end, someday. But it is not up to a book, a guy with a big beard, some half naked individuals wearing face paint, some acidhead, or a school teacher teaching climatology to say. The world will end when it ends, so to say, and whether better off dead or alive, is yet to be seen.