The “end of the world” seems to be a profitable business nowadays. You would think that Western society would learn from its past mistakes. We didn’t die in Y2K or 2012 and even though the Earth is technically due for another astroid collision, I think it’s safe to say that NASA is doing the best they can. So why all the pubic fear mongering? If I see one more Yahoo news article about extreme solar flares or meteorites I am going to delete my email account. While I understand that these things are ‘worthy’ pieces of news, I don’t need to hear about them every five minutes.
My anxiety began as a strict fear of diseases. As I grew up and began to learn about all the ‘dangerous’ things that surround me (like chemicals and pollution) my anxiety became more widespread. Maybe I’m just as crazy as a bible thumper on a street corner but the things I can’t control (like pesticides on grocery store fruit, and flying objects from space) tend to freak me out. (Upon re-reading that last sentence, I realize that my hypochondria sort of stems from not being able to control a lot of things-hence my fear of diseases like cancer.)
Although the last thing I want to admit is that I have a fear of death, I definitely can fess up to having feared the end of the world. I’m not even exaggerating when I say I spent hours surfing online pseudo science forums during my 2011 xmas break, trying to understand what the Mayans really meant when they decided to end their calendar. In retrospect, I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. At the time, it seemed like a valid thing to do.
Lately, I’ve somewhat curbed my fear of extinction. Now I think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if all went together one day. No one would have to die alone. Is that too morbid? Too poetic? Anyways, I am learning to prioritize my worries. If I have to worry about something, it’s going to be about something a little more immediate than the end of the world.