At first I thought Dang, this post apocalyptic world looks a lot like the pre-apocalyptic. Then I realized, we'd been played again.
How disappointing. Rapture interruptus. Nothing changes and everything is different. I'm still in recovery over my End of The World food party. I held it in conjunction with my shame spiral as I lay draped over a"borrowed' chaise lounge and watched my life flash before me on the widescreen TV I "borrowed" in advance from the local furniture store. One of the last scenes is of me backing the Corolla toward the store's large front window with the banner proclaiming in fluorescent bubble font Rapture Sale Every 50% Off! Everything MUST Go!!!
So today we're back at it. I better go write those letters of apology. What a nuisance. I was really planning to go out with a bang.
Did it feel like Y2K all over again or what? What were you really looking forward to not having to do today, this week, month, year, lifetime?