portents of doom

my life is boring, but i’m surprisingly fine with that.
friday night, i fell in love with a bald-headed, dark-eyed daredevil named xander. saturday was spent reading, putzing about on the computer and playing cards. sunday was a little more productive with another 4km (2.5 mile) walk to the quay (i was wrong, it’s a little longer than previously calculated), laundry-doing, dish-washing, computer-futzing, book-reading, tv-watching, and grocery-shopping.
while sitting beside the fountain at the quay, drinking my mochaccino, enjoying the solitude and uncluttered scenery of an early sunday morning, a small native lady came up to me and started talking about the cruise ship over in the shipyards nearyby. she asked if it was the one which had gotten everyone sick recently. i mentioned that i thought it was actually the one which broke down last week while the sick-ship was moored at another dock.
that’s when it got weird. you really have to wonder how some people’s minds work. she started talking about all the prophecies coming true. how it seems that the world is about to end. i gripped my cup a little tighter in preparation of what seemed to be an inevitable sunday morning sermon. luckily she started talking about the weather next and i was spared.
i don’t normally like to think about impending apocalypse. i’m just superstitious enough to read too much into the fires, floods, famines, droughts, and wars to see them as building towards… something. it makes me a little nervous and i actually half-think it might be time for me to find god “just in case”. that’s when i shake my head and realize that regardless there’s not a hell of a lot i can do about it, so why waste time worrying?
p.s. i have a whack of fireworks pictures i’ll post when i get a chance.