Dreadful days are coming

Dreadful days are coming
My dear dude, girl, or person of indeterminate gender,
Why, between the threats of climate catastrophe, antibiotics-resistant bacteria, the orange calamity, and countless other ills and evils, do you feel the need to make up stories about imaginary catastrophes? Is it to distract yourself from the worries of your everyday life, to feel like you're privvy to knowledge the ordinary sheeple are oblivious to, or just because it's exciting to imagine the world ending?
 
Some people seem to find the idea that the world is just going to continue on regardless after they die so impossible to wrap their brains around that they simply have to believe that it will end in their lifetime.
 
The last Jason Pargin book I read (If This Book Exists, You're in the Wrong Universe) has a bunch of people who are happy to believe the world is a simulation that's also coming to an end because they're lonely, touch-starved ne'er-do-wells who probably, on some level, want it to be ending because it's all meaningless to them anyway. I wonder how many doomsday CTers fall into that category. If you hate the world enough, an earth-shattering asteroid coming out of the sun (his words, not mine) must seem downright comforting.
 
Some people seem to find the idea that the world is just going to continue on regardless after they die so impossible to wrap their brains around that they simply have to believe that it will end in their lifetime.
That is how I have always interpreted it as well. Strange, I find it deeply comforting to know that everything will keep on keeping on, but then I may well be the strange one - that thought has often crossed my mind...
 

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