The world is ending, what are you doing?

Waiting for the package from Amazon to arrive.

One star. Weighted blanket failed to arrive before Armageddon. And I really needed that blankie to help me thru the apocalypse.

I’ve been expecting The World As We Know It to come to an end since approximately 1969. The edge has rather worn off the expectation.

On the other hand, I was expecting the Sleek and Shiny Cat to die any day for three months, with the result that I stopped expecting it to happen on any given day, and when the day actually arrived it took me by surprise. But it happened anyway.

However, there wasn’t anything to do about it in the meantime but feed and pat and keep safe the cat, and keep giving him the medications that probably weren’t going to work in the long term but who knows, they did on a different cat many years ago. So I suppose it comes down to the same thing: keep doing the best I can, try not to do further damage to the extent I can help it, keep doing the things that might not work but who knows? maybe they will.

Or in other words, today I ought to get away from the computer, put most of those peaches in the freezer, check whether the lettuce seed of the no-seed-on-the-market variety is ready for harvest, and start the harvest for farmers’ markets this weekend. Depending on how the collapse happens, if it does happen, we might really need these farmers’ markets, and some people who have been saving seed. In the meantime, it’s what I want and need to be doing. That, and patting the living cats.

I’m attempting to save up a million dollars to pay Madonna to sit on my face and ride like the Kentucky Derby.

That, or the lion thing.

Finish off that expensive bottle of bourbon I bought through an online auction. Paid a bit over $400 with shipping. Haven’t opened it yet, waiting for something special. That would be something special.

As the fine underground cartoonist Robert Armstrong once put it in a story about Jehovah’s Witnesses and growing up in Pasadena, “Hell, I’d pour me a double and watch the whole thing from the front porch.”

I’d go elsewhere…and I’ve got the right meds for the job.

If God shows up and tells me “ya’ll are fucked I’ma give you 30 days then I’m going to erase this shit 'n start ova” then I’m probably going out to party and burn the world down while I’m waiting.

If this is climate change or an asteroid or a super valcano then I’m going to take my family and try and figure a way out. Whether that involves breaking into secured military facilities in the hearts of mountains or getting to high ground on the other side or the world.

If this is just a mopey “oh the world is screwed, I feel terrible” emotional crisis then I’m going to keep doing what I am which is setting up my family and I for the best life we can in the world to come. If you’re worried about coastal cities being destroyed by riskng sea levels don’t live in one. I personally am concerned about having drinkable water so I chose a place that will have enough for the next 20 years and then we’re working on retiring to a place the climate change models show having plenty of water in the future. I’m making sure my kids have the best education and plenty of fresh air and exercise and trying to make sure they will stay in the top 10% of the country in terms of wealth.

Hey man, what has the world really done for you lately, anyway? Seems like its always “on fire” and “has problems.” Seems like it needs to get its shit together on its own and quit dragging down the vibe.

Screw it. If you are at the bottom and the world is ending, things don’t seem to change a whole lot after the apocalypse or “the end.” Its rich folks that have something to lose. Let them worry about it.

Taking a break from work and trying to keep the kitten off the keyboard. Taking a cash position with the retirement fund, trying to keep a reasonably small carbon footprint when it’s convenient. Dreading a meeting I have to be at in an hour. Typical Thursday.

And OP, nothing any of us does is meaningful. So don’t fret too much about that.

This is a very succinct and compelling way to phrase it.

Is “spree-ing” a word? Anyhow that would be what I was doing.

The Sun swallowing the Earth is a ways off so I’m not too worried about end of the planet type events.

Will the biosphere have challenges to the status quo? Yes. But what can one do if the planet is reaching carrying capacity of humans? Play some World of Warcraft is a good answer.

I’m skeptical that we’re “reaching carrying capacity of humans”. We’ve proven ourselves to be rather resilient and adaptable.

I’m convincing everyone I can to pool all their money together and having a massive party. Hopefully when The End comes, most of us won’t even notice.

Reading history, to give myself perspective on what the end of the world “as we know it” really looks like.

Sorry you’re feeling so down and helpless. You can’t fight, let alone win, every struggle, which is why I concentrate on one thing, something others might call trivial, like planting trees. The rest of the time I try to be a better person, in the hopes that it will spread. What more can one person do?

Please just give me time to eat some cake. A really big piece with a lot of frosting.

Pretty sure the diet goes out the window. And fuck if I still sort the recycling.

I’m training a new generation of Resistance fighters.

If it’s really actually happening…
I’ve got a little list.
(Think The Purge.)

I’m currently ignoring the fact that the world is (allegedly) ending. Panic has not set in.
If I thought the world actually was ending, as in soon, I’d quit my job on the spot - I have enough money to last several months without further payment. Depending on how the world was ending I might hastily go stock up on foodstuffs rather than my usual shop-every-other-day approach. And I would spend as much of the remaining time as possible hanging out with my family, and the rest of the time on frivolous entertainments. All presuming I didn’t lapse into depression or something and find myself unable to bestir myself into movement, of course.