I have to carpool with one of my co-workers. This morning I was trying to make some small talk when I mentioned that this year the solstice and full moon will coincide and should be quite a show, especially since it’s finally stopped raining for a couple days and we can actually see the sky. I also mentioned that it’s the first time it’s happened in 133 years, and won’t happen again for at least another hundred years. Her response was, “That’s bad. The solstice and the full moon on the same night? There will be lots of black masses.” I said, “Oh.” She confirmed this was the first full moon/solstice combo in 133 years, then said, “And it will be the last.” I said, “In our lifetime, at least.” That would be the last thing I’d say for a while as I sat there with clenched teeth, trying not to laugh or smirk or sneer or growl.
She informed me that it will be the last. The world won’t last that long. The rest of the ride in, she told me all about the signs and portents of the coming Apocalypse. The weather, the earthquakes, the rebuilding of the Temple in the holy land, the rebuilding of Babylon, the positions of the stars, the New World Order, the Eurodollar, blah blah blah blah blah.
I seriously considered scoffing to her face, but I’m too spineless. Plus, she’s the huffy sort who holds a grudge and I really need her for this carpool. But it’s not just her; I have several co-workers who believe this stuff and they gather around on their break times to discuss it. I can’t very well barge into another person’s cubicle announcing, “Break it up! Break it up!” And if I had told her off in the car, then she and the other co-workers would probably gather to discuss the unbeliever in their midst who is going to miss the Rapture.
It bothers me that there are so many people who take this stuff seriously and it really, really bothers me that I have to put up with it at work where I’m trapped and I don’t dare make a scene. I’ve always considered myself Christian, which I know means being expected to swallow a number of fantastic stories, but does it mean you have to swallow everything that comes down the pike with Jesus’ name attached?
Oh my God, I just realized Christmas is 5 days away! I’m going to have to spend Christmas Day trapped with my mother-in-law that believes all this same crap and has to spout off at every family gathering. (grumble grumble) Hey, if so many people believe it, it must be true! Mass delusion for everyone! Yay!
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy