I hid in a closet on Y2K, next to the water bottles and canned food I spent my allowance on. I cried in seventh grade Spanish class when we watched a video about the Mayans and I first learned about this whole Mayan-calendar-end-of-the-world thing. I wish I could say I was joking, but let’s be honest…
So, you can imagine my reaction when I see this huge bus going down High Street that says “Have you heard the awesome news? The world is ending May 21, 2011!”. I went from scheming ways to get my husband to buy me this cool vintage chandelier we saw in a shop to “Oh, Lord, get me to a priest, I need to repent!” in about a half-second.
I have to admit I did go to the website of the religious group behind the buses (and billboards— I saw one on Henderson Road yesterday that had a digital countdown until the end of the world), and after reading all about the theories, “facts” and people behind the hype, I have to say that even I can admit it’s just that— hype.
Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun with it, though. Enjoy. :)
I hope I live to laugh about this post come Sunday.