Auld Lang Syne, part 1
When I was a kid, I used to be deathly afraid of New Years Day. From my bedroom TV set, I would watch the ball drop in Times Square, and while people counted down out loud, "ten... nine... eight...", while they did this, beads of sweat collected on my forehead. And when it was "three... two... one... Happy New Year!”, while all of New York celebrated and kissed each other, I would let out a sigh of relief.
And then I would realize that what I was seeing live was actually Eastern Standard Time, and here in Chicago, the possible end of the world would come for me in an hour.
When I was a kid, I was so afraid of the end of the world that every New Years celebration that went and passed was a miracle.
And then I realized one day when I was a little older that if the end of world were to happen, the Australians would get it first. So I would watch for Armageddon to begin every year by watching the Sydney fireworks on CNN.
"Don't worry about the world ending today,” I used to tell my little sister. "Because it's already tomorrow in Australia."
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Amusing, but what does new years have to do with the end of the world? Armageddon could start on any day of the year.
I can relate to that... kind of. But not afraid of Armageddon, just afraid terrorists would do something at midnight.
Interesting one-liner :)
I remember you making this reference when we were watching the ball drop again at like 3am...I was half asleep so it was like a dream...
Why'd you shut of commenting for the previous two posts?