I read somewhere on the internet that if people knew the world was truly going to end,everyone would be running around confessing their love to their secret crushes. I imagine that would be a pointless task because their object of desire would be too busy having end-of-world sex with his/her significant other to have time to listen to the confession.
But what would I do at the end of the world? I'd probably be too worried about doing the "perfect" last act. I'd probably get too distracted by deciding if i want to do something crazy, funny, defiant, or serious and just end up missing Armageddon all together. Procrastination and laziness to the very end; true to who I am, to the end.
I feel an uncomfortable amount of pressure to write an appropriately fitting post for the tomorrow.
If I close my eyes, and imagine really hard that the world ends tomorrow...all I can think about is the deep fryer incident. I will go to my grave haunted by the deep fryer incident.
But what would I do at the end of the world? I'd probably be too worried about doing the "perfect" last act. I'd probably get too distracted by deciding if i want to do something crazy, funny, defiant, or serious and just end up missing Armageddon all together. Procrastination and laziness to the very end; true to who I am, to the end.
I feel an uncomfortable amount of pressure to write an appropriately fitting post for the tomorrow.
If I close my eyes, and imagine really hard that the world ends tomorrow...all I can think about is the deep fryer incident. I will go to my grave haunted by the deep fryer incident.
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