Apocalypse Now?

Were the Mayans right?

It seems like if they were so fucking smart, they’d not have been so welcoming to the Spaniards, but I’m a cynic.

So, is tomorrow the end of the world?

I doubt it.  Highly.  And if it is the end of the world, clearly, I can do nothing about it.

Robert Frost said this, in Fire and Ice, about the end of the world:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

If we had to choose between fire and ice, which would it be?  They say that perishing from the cold is very peaceful, once you stop being cold.  You simply go to sleep.  We know fire is not so kind, so I suppose I’d take ice.  I’d rather just go to sleep.

I’d rather not have tomorrow be the end, I feel like I still have things to do.  Would I have regrets?  Of course, wouldn’t we all?

If the people and the pets that I love all perish, too, though, I’d just as soon not stick around.  I always felt that way about surviving some nuclear holocaust.

If I have to shoot my neighbors and hoard my food and watch the people and the pets I care about starve slowly, then I’ll save the bullets for us and let the neighbors have the food.

I used to think one of my faults was never knowing when to leave the party, of outstaying the fun, the welcome.  In this case, though, I’d not.

So, if we’re all going out in a blaze of glory, or a sudden flash freeze, well, then I don’t see the point of worrying.

I try and tell the people I care about that I do care about them.  More importantly to me, I try and show them.  Actions speak so much louder than words.

What would I wish I’d done?

I would wish I’d traveled more.  I want to get to the Galapagos Islands sometime.  I’d like to have seen more of the world, but I’ve seen a lot of it, and most of this particular country.

I would wish I’d played more, maybe, been less serious and more of a eat-your-dessert-first kind of girl.  That’s never been me, and maybe as the cold settles over me, I’ll wish I’d done that more, but it is not intrinsically me.

I might have wished I’d flirted more, followed up more often on those flirtations.  On the other hand, my experience and exploits are hardly nun-like, either, so did I really miss anything?  I don’t know.

On the other hand, if we all perish, then retirement savings don’t really matter, do they?

It doesn’t really matter if I clean out that hall closet, or vacuumed under my bed.

I’m glad I took the chances I did, laughed as much as I did, cried as little as I have.

I’m glad I did the Santa run and, dammit, I’m glad for the great squirrel adventure, too.

I hope to see you all here tomorrow night, safe and sound, glad the world hasn’t ended.  If it does, well, I hope to see you all somewhere in the great beyond.

And I, for one, hope it’s really great.

About MsConstanceExplains

Ms Constance has been actively involved in the BDSM/Leather community since the mid-1990’s. She is the Founder of the Louisville Munch as well as its hostess for ten years, from 1997 to 2007, and was christened as “Louisville’s First Lady” by her community. As a member of various BDSM/Leather organizations, she has been nominated for Pantheon Woman of the Year as well as regional awards, and has been nominated with her slave, drew, for Pantheon Couple of the Year. She serves as Special Events Director for the Great Lakes Leather Alliance. She produces the Bluegrass Leather Pride Contest, sending contestants to Great Lakes Leather Weekend, and was Presenters Committee Chair for Leather Leadership Conference 2010 Great Lakes/Ontario. She has produced and judged Leather events and contests, been instrumental in the organization and creation of various groups and clubs, advised and encouraged other communities and endeavors, and produced a performance by a BDSM comedian. Groups around the country use her writings in information and introductory packets, and she is an occasional columnist as well. She and slave drew hold the titles of Great Lakes Master and slave 2003.

Posted on December 20, 2012, in Vanilla Life and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. There better damn well not be an apocalyptic ending tomorrow…I sweat bullets getting stories written through Christmas, dammit! 🙂

    And yes, like you, I believe we will still be here tomorrow…and I’ll be glad to no longer hear people fretting and hoarding..tho in all likelyhood they’ll merely find another doomsday to glom onto.

    Blessings to you this Solstice, Ms. Constance. Thanks for being a part of my blog-erhood. 🙂 I enjoy reading your posts, I enjoy you. Well, not in a biblical sense. 🙂 But you’re part of an extended family to me now. Not in the leather sense, there, but in a community sense.


  2. And blessings to you, too, and after tomorrow, the days get longer – or, I suppose, the don’t, but I’m betting on longer.

    I appreciate, genuinely, all the support you’ve given my blog.

    And in another ten days, it will be another new year. Time in, and time out, and the world will keep on spinning.

    If not, then we’ll do our kinky bloggers convention in the great beyond, won’t we? Travel arrangements suddenly get a LOT easier.

  3. Happy Solstice!

    As for the Mayan thing… The scientists missed a tiny glyph at the bottom. It reads… please turn over… continued on the other side. 🙂

  4. Happy Solstice!

    Planning on seeing you soon – or at least again…


  5. Well, it’s 9:45am and here I am and here slave drew is and the dogs and the yard and the neighborhood looks all the same.

    Yes, you likely will see me again, probably sooner rather than later.

  6. I love the poem and agree it seems particularly apt. I’d choose ice and I’d choose eating dessert over saving for retirement.


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