Now I feel an intense need to listen to Blondie. In fact, maybe I'll buy Parallel Lines, which was my absolute favorite album in fifth grade.
Who doesn't need a good dose of Blondie every once in a while?
I've been reading articles about people who really believe in the Rapture, and they quite their jobs, stopped saving for college for their kids, etc. Some of their kids are less than delighted by their parents' behavior. Because they do not believe.
One girl's mother told her that she'd be left behind. Not in a threatening way, just very matter-of-factly. Like, sometimes there are sacrifices you have to make, and this could mean you get sucked up to heaven while your kids are left behind to deal with the turmoil and impending world doom.
Yes, I'm judging.
But it is interesting to think about the way you'd live if you really believed the world were ending in a year, a month, a week.
If I stop to think about it, which I often don't, because it makes me feel not so great, I feel like I'm not fully living. There are risks I should've taken that I didn't. Risks I don't take now. Job-wise, I've made choices that make me less fulfilled but that make us more comfortable as a family. Safe. Very safe.
But would I ditch it in a heartbeat if I knew my time were finite - and I knew exactly how finite?
Hell, yes. (Or, heaven, yes?)
Assuming you're all still with me, I hope you're enjoying your Saturday. It's a fucking spectacular one in DC.