If you’re anything like me, that is, if you desire to prevent or at least postpone the end of the world but do not have the requisite level of enthusiasm for the human race to enable you to do so, you’ve probably got plenty of time to kill before… well… before we’re all killed.
This gives us ample time to consider how we might face our end. Hmmm…
The biggest problem I have with the end of the world is not its actually happening so much – it’s probably the biggest thing that will happen in my lifetime – no, the problem I have is the feeling that if I go to the loo, or look down at the crossword, or duck out for takeaway, I’ll miss it.
The result is a kind of embarrassed paralysis.
Admittedly, this is no way to live or die.
Apparently paralysis is only one of the many options we have when facing certain death – fight and flight are the two most popular options.
Looking down the full list of options – wetting one’s pants, screaming like a baby girl, hiding under the doona, pretending you’re already dead – I was surprised to find – Laughter.
And I was sold. That would be cool.
Nevertheless, when facing death, not to mention total annihilation of the species, unless you are Clint Eastwood, it is hard to laugh – it’s hard to crack a smile.
Thankfully, this end of the world thing is really slow in coming.
When the end of the world comes I will not wet my pants… Thanks to Jasper Fforde, I will face the end laughing.
I’ll end this post with a song – an’ a one, an’ a two…
The End of the World
By Bob Geldof
Though it strikes you as seeming a little absurd
I’m here to announce the end of the world
It’ll happen sometime between now and high noon
It doesn’t give you much time as it’s happening real soon
It’ll start with a whimper, it’ll end with a bang
It’ll leave a big hole where we could have sang
This is the end
The end of the world
For five thousand years
You must surely have heard
Nostradamus and Jesus and Buddha and Me
We said it was coming
Now just wait and see
So everyone outside look up at the sky
It’s the last time you’ll see it so wave it goodbye
You took it for granted you thought it was free
Say goodbye to the leaves, the trees, and the sea
There’s nothing more useless than a car that won’t start
But it’s even more useless at the end of the world
About the Contributor
John Purcell (aka Natasha Walker) is the author of The Secret Lives of Emma trilogy published by Random House Australia. The Secret Lives of Emma: Beginnings reached the top ten on the Australian fiction charts and Natasha/John was the tenth highest selling Australian novelist and third highest selling Australian debut author in 2012. The trilogy has since sold over 50,000 copies in print and ebook and has been translated into French, Korean and Polish. John has worked in the book industry for over twenty-five years. While still in his twenties he opened John’s Bookshop, a second-hand bookshop in Mosman in which he sat for ten years reading, ranting and writing. Now he is the Director of Books at booktopia.com.au.