You may have seen them too— those people in the doomsday shirts, proclaiming May 21 of this year to be the end of days. I have just one question— if you don’t think you will be waking up on May 22, why are you spending your last two weeks trying to convince me you’re right? Also, when you wake up on the 22nd, how dumb do you feel? What if you see your fellow inflammatory May 21st-ers at the usual subway gathering places? Do you awkwardly shuffle on, or openly acknowledge you were not only wrong but spent the supposed last few weeks of your life heckling people at the Green Market?
Okay so by “one question”, I meant many.
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gracefromspace said:
So true! Can you imagine those awkward encounters on May 22nd? Plus now you’ve got shirts and signs and all kinds of paraphernalia that is unwearable and wrong. Like those Super Bowl shirts they make for the other team winning…
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