With the “Rapture” a no-show this past weekend I’d share my thoughts and feelings about the missing dooms-day. Please, keep your giggles to yourself. I did not believe in the Rapture 100%, but I was concerned enough to watch the news and social media for the majority of the evening.
The world was going to end and I didn’t even graduate. The world was going to end and I was three weeks from graduating with a college degree – to be exact.
Armageddon was mere hours away and I hadn’t lived my life to the fullest! I hadn’t traveled to across the world, I hadn’t completed my bucket-list, I hadn’t technically moved out of my parents’ house.
Where were my loving friends and family while I anxiously waited for 6 p.m. on May 21st? Watching sports while my little sister prepared for prom. My boyfriend and I had driven back to Cincinnati earlier that day to see Erin off to her first prom before stopping at Miami, Oxford for the night.
So no one else cared about the coming Rapture. Actually, correction, they all laughed at my “nervous stomach” and continued on with their evening. My dad and boyfriend talked about the NBA play-offs and my mom put out prom fires (Erin had no clutch that matched her dress). The rest of my family lived their finals hours of their life without a second thought of the end of the world, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I watched the clock slowly move from 5 to 5:30 p.m., and finally my nerves forced my to turn to social media.
Twitter, as always, gave me immediate answers. People were already laughing at Preacher Harold Camping’s predictions and re-tweeting photos. The rapture, unlike other events, barely made a blimp on the Twitter feed.
Then is was 6 p.m….and nothing happened.
And nothing happened at 6:10, or 6:20 or 7 p.m.
Erin went to prom, my family went to dinner and we headed to Miami.
I worried for nothing.
I saw only a few serious posts about the lacking dooms-day but numerous ones laughing of the silliness of even believing such a thing. My embarrassment almost (key word almost) stopped my from talking about my slight concern.
The lesson I learned? Not only should I take the advice of my parents and my 17-year-old sister and simply NOT worry about things, but I learned no matter the situation, Twitter will make light of an event somehow.They only think one can do is live in the moment…and re-tweet funny pictures.
Thanks for reading! So glad the Rapture passed and I am once again excited and focused on my graduation 🙂