Tales from the End of the World

As I sit on my desk at 1AM in the morning, I wonder. Should the world end today, the Apocalypse would catch me with my pants around my knees, so to speak. I’m working, and thus am writing about various tablets and several sales copies that need to be done before I go on Christmas break. Should the world end today, what would I have said for myself at the end of the day in front of the Whichever Gate? Better yet, while waiting in line in either Gate, what would I tell the other people while idling around before Judgement?

I’d probably tell them that writers got to eat, and hopes and dreams don’t pay the rent. Hah.

Anyway, when I think about it, there are a lot of ways in which the world can end for me – and it doesn’t involve global warming or giant asteroids or thermonuclear war. For one thing, losing the one person (The Girl) would pretty much have the same effect for me as the sun imploding.

Mush and doomsday soothsayers aside, I choose to believe that the Mayans marked this day, December 21 as an end of an era. Personally, the Change had started long before I started paying attention, and it had always been there like an asshole you can’t shake off, though I didn’t start paying attention until Mabie prophesied a “change in demographics.”

There’s Jex and Karl and Annabs living in their respective provinces, and there’s Jay living in a completely different country. They pop up once in a while, but it’s never really like the ‘old’ (shit, what?) days when we all went on epic benders with people tossing their cookies on my couch. There’s Rica who is now married and has a child. There’s Chris who is now un-single and is going out of Makati for the first time this year (I may be wrong). There were French Exits and FOs and various other screwed up stuff that makes scheduling a dinner an absolute nightmare.

My brother has two kids now, and thus I am Tita to a nephew and a niece, both of which have reportedly inherited my Sungit. (Gujab kids, next you will need to learn Angas.)

So you may have noticed that in the middle of this post that I again had forgotten where I was going whilst writing this. What were we talking about? Ah, yeah. The End of the World.

So my friends, if the world does end today, or if it just shrugs, says fuck it, and continues on like it does, still I will say, see you tomorrow.