what happened on May 21st, 2011.

I woke up on May 21st around 6ish (late I know. Had a late night, what can I say) and instantly looked out my window. I don't know what I was expecting. Zombies roaming the street, aliens abducting innocent people, or perhaps Jesus himself. However, there was nothing. Cars zipped by; birds sang their lovely yet annoying songs, and the sun beat down up on us.

And then i lay back down in bed and grabbed my iPhone. I scanned through CNN, Yahoo, and the New York Times for breaking news alerting us of the worlds end. But there was nothing. No apocalypse. no return of Jesus. Definitely no news of destructive earthquakes. Although there was a small volcanic eruption in Iceland, it was not as big as Harold Camping had predicted. Mountain Eyjafjallajokull (yes, that’s its name) was simply a fart on face of earth. Update about the sexual terminator-i mean mr. Schwarzenegger's life and his love child was the only news people were mentioning.

To be honest, when Harold Camping said the world was going to end on May 21st, i was a bit skeptical. At the same time i was scared. I instantly thought of all the things i hadn’t done. i still hadn't gone sky-diving. i hadn’t gotten the chance to see my best friends baby girl. And most importantly, i hadn't had my 15 minutes of fame. It was like tug of war. One part of me did not want to believe it, while the other part was scared. i guess that’s human nature. We are naturally scared of chaos, disasters and death. The vulnerability of a human life never comes up until something bad happens. Just like death. We don’t realize how final it is until we are standing on its door steps.