When I was child I often thought the world was coming to an end. After all, the world was really, really old and old things die, right? Then, when I realized that the world's leaders were kind of insane megalomaniacs I was even more scared. I mean why else would there be so many wars, unneeded weapons of mass destruction and this lust for killing? Yes, I was a strange, paranoid child.
And then there's global warming. One of the warning shots of global warming is more intense and more frequent storms. But according to our President it's still a theory. The jury's still out on it. But the jury is not out on Intelligent Design because apparently dinosaurs lived with Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden and Noah took dinosaurs in the ark with him. I am not making this up. But I digress.
I have that feeling again. I want to sit in a closet, huddled inside a thick blanket as the world ends around me. When the end comes for me I don't want to see it. I just want to peacefully be here one moment and then be gone. Fear is what scares me...not death itself.
But I am no longer a child. And I have to go out and work and pretend that everything's fine. But New Orleans is under water, Florida continues to reel, Europe is battling floods and Mumbai is still trying to emerge from being pounded.
Am I paranoid?