Oh, the World's Ending Again

It’s chilly outside.  It’s not cold.  It’s chilly.  It’s cloudy and a little gray, but most of all, the wind is persistent. The sun is not shining to offset the windchill.  Maybe I’m tired.  Maybe I should have food.  Maybe if everything were adding up correctly, I wouldn’t be sitting in the corner, cold.  

I spoke to my father last night.  He’d been calling and texting over and over, obviously trying to get my attention.  It’s always a crapshoot to have a conversation with him when he’s been so insistent on getting in touch.  Is there something particularly annoying to him that he needs to vent about?  Is he sick and seeking sympathy?  Or, and just as likely, is he calling to warn about another apocalyptic and dire situation that I need to prepare myself and my brother and his family for?

This time it was the latter.  You see, someone had called “Indian Dave” and told him that there was something on the World Wide Web, maybe on something called YouTube about how the world’s shipping industry had come to a halt and how that means that in short order, we will no longer have food, water, or any of the modern conveniences we’ve become so accustomed to.  He asked me to please look on the Internet and find out what I could and keep him posted, as this seems to be the scariest thing that has happened in quite some time. 

I reminded my father that the world has been ending since the world began.  He hates to hear this from me, but I really have a hard time getting as worked up and afraid as he is about the whole situation.  For one thing, if the world ends, the world ends.  I don’t really care.  If I die, I die.  I really don’t care. 

I guess that in these situations I should be concerned about loved ones and not wanting them to suffer, but the reality is that I really don’t care about them either.  I’m a little embarrassed to admit that, but as far as I’m concerned, if the world ends and we all die, we all die.  I’m not sure it’s worth trying to build shelters and store and ration food to simply delay the inevitable.  What is the point of living if most of the world has died?  What’s the point of being personally armed and ready to protect what precious resources I’ve squirreled away?

This type of thinking brings out the worst of humanity, and I think that’s reflected by what we see in the world now with class - the haves and the have nots.  The haves are all building bigger walls around what they have so that the have nots cannot “steal” it away from them instead of simply sharing the wealth and making an equitable living situation for everyone.  We’re so afraid of losing what little bit we have that we forget the joys of sharing with our fellow man.

Heaven forbid we look at every person as a person, capable of the same feelings, fears, regrets, and joys as any other person, whether you’re a have or a have not. 

A glimpse of ships docked around the world

The apocalyptic situation that is most dire at the moment is the lack of shipping occurring in the world.  I half heartedly promised that I would take a look on the Internet, perhaps on the YouTube to see if I could find anything to prove we should start putting up our umbrellas.  So, it turns out that shipping may have slowed.  It looks like there are more ships in port right now than usual, and that the funds to run the shipping industry have dried up a little bit, due to lack of consumer demand.

The market is in flux.  I guess it looks bad right now, but who does it really look bad for?  I’m not really that bothered to find out.  Should I be?  I guess so, but I don’t have the energy.  If you’re bothered by it, you can look at this article I found.  I don’t know if it’s believable or not.  
That Sinking Feeling: Global Crisis Hits Shipping Industry Hard