Throwing in the towel (blanket)



–adjectiveull of,
rap·tur·ous (as defined by dictionary.com)
[rap-cher-uhs]
–adjective
1.
full of, feeling, or manifesting ecstatic joy or delight.
2.
characterized by, attended with, or expressive of such rapture: rapturous praise.


I'd like to think that after that whole "whisked away to Heaven" thing failed to happen that someone decided to clean out their doomsday paraphernalia-ed apartment (see picture of Messiah blanket above), brush off the worksuit they had recently neglected in favor of "5/21/11 What's your choice: Heaven or Earthquakes, Disease, & Terrible Death?" t-shirts, and got back to earning that 401K that is now depleted because god seemed to have a much better benefit plan than the local union but now that He decided not to show up, well, the company's paltry pension plan is looking mighty attractive.

I think the most burning question I have is for those believers I heard interviewed who were so entirely at peace with themselves and their lives (as one who is about to commit suicide purportedly is soon before the act) that the struggling economy and workplace worries and fears about retirement didn't faze them. The fact that they thought they were going to disappear on Saturday was a comfort. Yes, escapism lives especially for those who were down on their luck and the thought of no bills or mortgage or worrying about how to feed the baby was a huge relief, but I feel like it is more than that. For those leading a comfortable life with healthy and happy families the concept of death should have been terrifying right? Yet according to interviews I heard it was more exciting than frightening.

Now that the Rapture day has come and gone, one of the believers (or many a non) may get hit by a bus on Tuesday or have 50 glorious years ahead. Can someone who was so seemingly comfortable with 'passing on' manipulate his mind to find comfort in the inevitability of death without the specific date?

Isn't that what we're all striving for?

Throw your comfort blanket in the dumpster.
One day or 50,000 more days, let us strive to feel rapturous every one!




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