I’m not offended by much – remember, I was the one who carbonated my urine several times during the ’80s – but again, I have to be a wet blanket and say that all this talk of The Rapture® and The Apocalypse™ is offensive, boring, and gives a bunch of crazy-ass fuckshirts way more attention than they deserve. No offense to commenters and other friends who have mentioned the meme in good-natured fun, but seriously, the media frenzy over this one is sickening.
Yes, I’ve said this before, and YES, I take drugs for anxiety and YES I was once trapped by apocalyptic dread, which means this kind of shit strikes me at a level more acute than your average pussywillow, but aren’t any of you embarrassed? Doesn’t this kind of thing give you Stupid Feeling©?
I have a sense of humor about pretty much everything in the world. I will pretty much stop functioning if anyone farts. I laughed at something my brother said about “Schindler’s List”. And though I pretended otherwise, I knew both jokes about the Challenger explosion the day it happened. But this Rapture stuff is utterly super-creepy to me and just makes me want to go hug Lucy.
Perhaps it is, like Morrissey sang, “too close to home and too near the bone” for me to think clearly on’t. Time passes and roads are paved over hell, but you never quite get the brimstone out of your nostrils.