The End of the World

This weekend, I went out with a girl who decided to open with the following conversation starter:

“So how crazy is it that the world is gonna end in 2 years” -- “Excuse me?” I replied. “Yeah, you know the Mayan calendar only goes until 2012, and there was just that movie, so like the world is probably gonna end, and I’ll only be 30 so that totally sucks.”

She was not joking, and this is when the date mentally ended for me. I realized I had 3 options – 1. Sit there and allow myself to be annoyed by this girl. 2. Stand up and walk right out the door without any explanation. 3. Entertain myself and dissect her theory. Obviously since I’m writing this blog, I chose #3.

“That’s so interesting” I replied. “I’m fascinated by Armageddon, but I’m not sure how much stock you should put in the psychic skills of Native Americans. After all, I’m pretty sure that if they could predict the end of the world, they would have been better prepared for European conquest and rape. Then again, it was probably a conscious decision by an old Indian Chief smoking peyote – “Oh no!” “What is it chief?” “I had a vision of men with skin like snow raping our women, but fuck it -- and don’t tell anyone. The world will end 500 years later anyway.”

SO HOW WAS LAST NIGHT? I wouldn’t spend the night with her if it WAS our last night on earth