Thoughts on the end of the world
I started writing this the day after Election Day. Or New Year’s Eve Y2k. Or January 19, 2017, the night before Trump takes office. You decide.
New Year’s Eve 1999. Y2K. Some people thought the world would end. Others thought only that computers wouldn’t work anymore. Nothing happened.
We were young. Carefree. Celebrated in Key West, Florida. We climbed onto his sailboat with our liquor and beer for a night sail to watch the fireworks. We joked that if we saw the island explode behind us, we’d just keep sailing. We said we were gonna party like it was 1999. We had no plan.
It didn’t. We didn’t. We returned to the dock, and we awoke the next day hungover. Still joking about our grand idea to sail off into the wild blue.
We’ve too many responsibilities today to sail away from the world. We get seasick. We can’t afford a sailboat. If we could, we’d buy something else instead.
The world isn’t likely to explode. It may implode. Let’s hope neither happens. I hope that’s our great disappointment to come.