the day after

I survived Judgement Day. Once again.
The first time, the world was going to end, according to my parents firm believe, was in 1975 and I was seven. They honestly believed, I’d never make it to school. Shows about their maths, as I started school in 1974. I can’t remember much about this particular end of the world. Other than an air of “redemption approaching” in the house. My parents obviously tried, not to worry us kids too much. I recall feeling worried nevertheless, as we were among “the chosen” to be redeemed as long as we did our utmost to become “unflawed”. No sins, no falseness in the heart. That was the threat, I grew up with. God doing nothing but checking out on my flaws. As he was portrayed to be omnipresent, allmighty and vengeful. And I had read up in the bible about how he dealt with sinners in the past. Lots of punishing and imminent deaths occurring. I was scared, that I would not be saved and then my parents would know for sure, what a bad girl I really was. I also felt a little panicky, as our goal was to warn people to reconsider their ways and join us, who had the “truth”, as long as there was still time. So I was eager to pour my heart and soul in every Sunday, when we ventured out to knock on peoples’s doors to preach. Somehow, I can’t remember what I thought or felt, when it finally didn’t happen. Maybe the first seeds of doubt about the entire belief system were planted right then, who knows?
The next time the world was going to end, sometime during the nineties (I forgot the exact date, was it 1995?), I had already revolted against my parents faith and was long out of the house. This time, my dad wasn’t spared the odd sarcastic comment. He took it in his stride, explaining – more to himself, than to me – that we humans either were too stupid to work out the figures correctly or else God in his mercy gave the sinners of the world one more chance. By then, this seemed to be a real relief to him, as I was to be counted as a sinner, no question about it. The worst case of sinner, there can be: knowing the truth and what to do and consciously forsaking it. And – would you believe it – his heart is set on me, too.
But this end of the world still had some effect on my live, as my parents had decided during the eighties,I couldn’t start a secondary education, as – alas – the world was going to end soon, anyways. Besides, they also thought, I was to marry young and have kids soon. So what good would an education be they couldn’t afford in the first place. It would just give me “ideas” above my state. Disappointments included.(Come to think of it, what does that say about their beliefs? Either the world ends or I will marry soon and have lots of kids.)
As I learned only recently about the imminent end of the world due yesterday, I haven’t enquired with my parents, if their sect was among those, preparing once again for the end of all times. But I trust, experienced as they are by now, they won’t be devastated it didn’t happen. There will be some explanation or other.
A nice one was given in Time’s News Feed, “Apocalypse not yet: The 9 best tweets about the judgement day that never happened“: I didn’t say Judgement Day. I said Judge MINT Day. Which is better: Mentos or Tic Tacs? Hope, there wasn’t any confusion. – God. Well, I’m all for Mentos.

6 thoughts on “the day after

  1. Nach wie vor ringe ich um den Titel “Unpassendster Kommentar des Jahres” (mal sehen, in welches Tretnäpfchen ich jetzt wieder fette):

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    1. your upbringing reads a bit like like a premise to some horrormovie of some backwater town somewhere in the US midwest O.o Glad you made it out alive. (instead of running braless & in slow motion through dark forests from some axe-murderer or other, falling over all the time & still looking back more than where your body is actually running towards to…;)

      Wünsch ‘nen schönen Burzeltag & soviele knusprige Jahre wie sich geschmackvoll ertragen lassen. ^^

      (Das letzte mal weltuntergangsstimmelig war mir als dieser Junge die Welt in den Krieg ritt…)

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      1. no, no. the horror stopped some thirteen years ago, luckily. and US midwest is as close a description of smallville industrial town Austria as one can get, in a way. nice countryside, but that’s all there is to it.

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