So owkay, some of the people I know panicked last Saturday because of the Rapture. This is while I spend my time worrying if I want my chicken to be spicy or not on the exact supposed time that the rapture would happen.
And then it was false alarm. No rapture. No end-of-the-world moment. Geeezzz, what a bummer?
I don’t understand the fixation of humans on knowing when will the worlds going to end. Is it the paranoia of not knowing the unknown? That doesn’t make sense because how can you know the unknown when it is unknown? Errr… That was confusing. Hahaha!
I don’t take this prophecy thingamajig seriously. Sure I also want to know when will be the time that I would be able to watch my favorite shows on TV for the last time [now you can imagine me watching TV while the world ends. haha]. But it will never get to my nerves as to not enjoy my supposed last days here on Earth.