So It Was My Birthday
The end of the world is not where you expect to be when you wake up. Especially when you wake having missed two days. And one of those days was your birthday. Or more correctly, the world ended on my birthday. I just wasn’t around to see it.
Now I’m stuck wandering this wasteland trying to figure out what to do. The only saving grace, as my Auntie would say, is that I don’t have to deal with my family on my birthday. No smooches. No hugs. No weird or inappropriate or anachronistic gifts. Nothing and no one.
At the same time when there’s no one to make a fuss over you, you start realizing how much you really hated when they did. Some dread the apocalypse, but I’m loving it! Eat, sleep, drink - when and where I want. No school. No crowds.
No pressure to do anything that I don’t want. Auntie El was right, there’s a freedom and a sense of relief that comes with being done with other’s expectations. And my family has a lot for me. Or had. Getting use to the fact everything is in the past tense takes some work.
But there is one thing Auntie El was wrong about. Or maybe just didn’t consider. When no one’s around you certainly do wonder where they went. And when it’s the apocalypse, you really wonder where everyone went!
Today’s art is courtesy of Max Prentis from London, the United Kingdom.