My OperaSelf-fulfilling Prophecy
Thursday, June 10, 2010 10:40:45 AM
Why is it that every serious conversation I have with my Dad have to revolve around the end of the world as we know it?
It started when he brought up how he saw on the news this morning that BP Oil may be filing bankruptcy...
Allow your brain to connect all of the subsequent dots that follow the reality of BP Oil throwing in the towel with such a huge thing as "catastrophic ecosystem destruction." It doesn't matter who foots the bill: clean-up or no clean-up; the damaged areas are (for lack of a better term) FUCKED!
So anyways...the conversation kept on going on and on about doomsday talk regarding a lot of stuff in the South dying and causing massive carbon level increases = global temperature poop.
Then he brought up the other world events like the recent quakes, and how the Yellow Stone volcano is expecting to do something eventually etc...
It just seems like if we're not saying: "Hi" or "how was your day?" we're talking about how bad things can/will get in the end of days. He's a strong believer in the whole 2012 thing too. That's another thing he keeps bringing up.
I'm not writing off what he talks about as "non-serious" as much as I think it's unhealthy for him to keep that kind of stuff running around in his head. I am of course more than willing to be here for him to vent it out on, if that's the case, but I know he thinks preemptively about the future: the rather gloomy fore-casted future.
In any amount of honesty, I believe I'm waiting for something like the "end-of-times" to come. Not like I'm "hoping" for it or anything: I don't wish terrible tings upon the world or humanity. But I do feel like the reason I accomplish so little in my personal life-style is because this life-style doesn't suit me. Almost as if a more life/death way of living would work with my system better. I constantly believe that I've been born in the wrong time-period. Maybe I haven't. Maybe I'll live out the rest of my life in the post-apocalyptic world portrayed in all the worst books/movie/games.
I will admit though, that if my way of life comes to fruition: is is no way to live. My heart and mind are only ever the most at home when in purgatory.
-R
It started when he brought up how he saw on the news this morning that BP Oil may be filing bankruptcy...
Allow your brain to connect all of the subsequent dots that follow the reality of BP Oil throwing in the towel with such a huge thing as "catastrophic ecosystem destruction." It doesn't matter who foots the bill: clean-up or no clean-up; the damaged areas are (for lack of a better term) FUCKED!
So anyways...the conversation kept on going on and on about doomsday talk regarding a lot of stuff in the South dying and causing massive carbon level increases = global temperature poop.
Then he brought up the other world events like the recent quakes, and how the Yellow Stone volcano is expecting to do something eventually etc...
It just seems like if we're not saying: "Hi" or "how was your day?" we're talking about how bad things can/will get in the end of days. He's a strong believer in the whole 2012 thing too. That's another thing he keeps bringing up.
I'm not writing off what he talks about as "non-serious" as much as I think it's unhealthy for him to keep that kind of stuff running around in his head. I am of course more than willing to be here for him to vent it out on, if that's the case, but I know he thinks preemptively about the future: the rather gloomy fore-casted future.
In any amount of honesty, I believe I'm waiting for something like the "end-of-times" to come. Not like I'm "hoping" for it or anything: I don't wish terrible tings upon the world or humanity. But I do feel like the reason I accomplish so little in my personal life-style is because this life-style doesn't suit me. Almost as if a more life/death way of living would work with my system better. I constantly believe that I've been born in the wrong time-period. Maybe I haven't. Maybe I'll live out the rest of my life in the post-apocalyptic world portrayed in all the worst books/movie/games.
I will admit though, that if my way of life comes to fruition: is is no way to live. My heart and mind are only ever the most at home when in purgatory.
-R
