End of the World?

Have you seen the movie 2012?  I never watched it, but I know the premise, and I really hope that doesn’t happen in the next couple of days LOL.  All these end of the world theories had me think back to Y2K.

Back then, I didn’t hear the theory about computers and other technology messing up.  I didn’t hear about stacking up with canned foods and adjusting to living in a basement or fall-out shelter.  I heard the theory that it would be the end of the world.

It’s fun having a creative mind but sometimes it gets me into trouble.  On December 31, 1999, I was so scared for midnight to arrive.  My family and I went to the New Year’s Eve party at my grandma’s house.  My aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents were there.

Instead of enjoying their company, I dreaded every minute that passed.  I took my cousin Latisha to the side and convinced her that this would be our last night on Earth.  If I’m scared, I will do everything in my power to make someone else scared too; poor Latisha is always the one I pick on LOL.

Anyway, everyone laughed, joked, and danced except us.  Five minutes to midnight, Latisha and I ran into our grandparent’s bedroom, closed the door, and hid under the bed.  We kept the lights off and stared out the window.  For some reason, I was convinced meteors would strike LOL.

I cried.  It was my senior year, and I just wanted to graduate high school.  It was a bummer that I wouldn’t get to.  Priorites, huh?  Apparently, I was five minutes away from death but only felt bad about not finishing school.  Yes, I’m a nerd.  Perhaps I should have felt bad for never seeing my family again–that’s why my cousin cried.

Eventually, we heard everyone count down for the ball to drop.  “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2…1!!!!”  Latisha and I held hands.  I don’t know about her, but my eyes were closed tightly.  I didn’t want to see the impact; I hoped for a quick death.  Minutes passed and nothing happened.  I opened my eyes and looked out the window again.

It was a beautiful, starry night.  Latisha and I smiled knowing everything would be alright.  We hugged and joined the party again.  The sad thing is no one even noticed we had left LOL.

And just like that, things were back to normal.  Latisha nor I told anyone how scared we had been.  We kept that secret to ourselves until now–since I just told whoever will read this post.

Latisha, if you ever read this, I am truly sorry for that night.  I shouldn’t have frightened you for those few hours straight.  We were teenagers and should have been celebrating, having fun instead of what happened.  If anything, afterwards I should have made sure you were okay instead of assuming you were over it like I was.  I promise if I see you this New Year’s Eve, I won’t sprout off any end of the world theories.  I will not scare you. 

First, we’re too old for that; second, you may not be that naive this time LOL.  However, whenever we visit our aunt in Cleveland, I will continue to scare us about her house being haunted, so you’ll have to live with that.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby