You can’t turn on the TV without seeing an ad for Seeking a Friend for the End of the World. Every time I see the commercial, I always wonder—what would I do if the world was going to end in three weeks?
Assuming riots and looting didn’t occur (fat chance) and people remained civilized and services operational, what would my feline companion and I do? We’d stay together, of course. I could never leave him behind. We’d take one last road trip (or better yet–plane ride) back home.
Sure, a part of me would enjoy going crazy and buying the $2000 Louis Vuitton purse I’ve always wanted. And the new retina Macbook Pro. And a pink KitchenAid mixer. And a 60 inch big screen TV. And lots and lots of sandals, too.
I also know I wouldn’t waste my time with those things. Nope. I’d want Emeril. I’d want my family. I’d want to cook one last meal with my mom. I’d want to watch one last comedy with my dad. I’d want to listen to my nephews and niece tell me stories that I don’t completely understand but find amusing anyway. I’d want to play cards with my grandparents one last time and watch my grandpa win repeatedly.
I’d want to spend as much time with my brother and his family, my aunts and uncles, my cousins and their families, my parents and grandparents. We’d hang out, laugh and tell stories. I’d sit there with a smile, and Emeril purring next to me.
It’s the end of the world, and I feel loved.
P.S. I would also eat everything I could get my grubby little hands on. I mean really—wouldn’t you? I think so!