if Y2K was all it was cracked up to be, what would you be doing now in this post-apocalyptic wasteland?
Immediately after the disaster, I might not be so useless. I don’t have the phsyial resources to go and jack quanities of gasoline from an Esso, but I could beat people to death as we all tried to loot a nearby Safeway.
After awhile, though, it comes to a matter of rebuilding our society.
Generate electricity? Yeah, right.
Build an internal combustion engine? Right, I’ll get right on that.
I’m not even sure I could make fire. I could probably make a wheel, but it’d take me a few tries to figure out an efficient way to do so.
I could probably grow food, but even then I’d need tutelage. This alarms me because I’d be next to useless, and I know I’m way smarter than the guy who fixes my car. I know what the word “prolapse” means, but guess who would be more useful in the aftermath?
Never mind that my only skills are in the arts and martial arts, my fighting skills would become useless pretty quickly. Even after bullets ran out, someone would figure out how to make a bow. I’ve never even fired a bow in my life.
My knowledge of literature? Right, that’ll be useful. My knowledge of filmmaking techniques? My knowledge of drawing and painting? I might be able to land a job as some sort of records keeper, but I’d be competing against all kinds of liberal arts graduates who are much better at sucking ass than I am.
When it comes to interpersonal skills, I’m really good at listening to people, something most people aren’t. Would that be beneficial? Maybe to the bored elite (read: my mechanic).