Apocalypse Now!

I have noticed a growing trend lately, both in my summer poetry workshop, amongst the members of my writers’ group, and even on the news.  The apocalypse.  People have become increasingly obsessed with the end of the world.  It has even made its way into my own fiction writing.  I have a theory.

I am a recent college graduate (though quickly becoming not so recent) who is having a hell of a time finding work.  I have got a whole lot of time on my hands and no money to spend.  My current full time job is looking for work and there is absolutely no reason to believe it will get any better.  I know the economy is bad and there are people far older and wiser who are also looking for work. 

I am convinced if I looked into a crystal ball into my future I would see myself living in a box, hungry, sad, and cold, penning stories onto the sides of my cardboard home.  It’s my very own apocalypse.  Naturally, once I had died of starvation or hyperthermia someone would stumble across my box and publish it all.  It will make tons of money because I am actually rather good.  Actually, that sounds like a pretty good story idea (copywrite!)

In any event I have decided that all of this end of the world, judgment day, apocalypse mumbo jumbo is attributed to the fact that it certainly does feel like the entire world is coming down around us.  Perhaps we could make it work in the opposite direction.  If we all wrote and painted pictures of the sun shining and flowers in mid bloom would it stop raining?