It is well passed 6:00pm and the world did not end. If it did though I would have spent my last day cleaning up my old room and packing my things for my parents move. Amongst that I would have watched Doctor Who, wrote an email to a friend who is about to get married and made meatloaf. In days gone by that level of stillness would have been sort after. I can dress it up in semantics but when the certain is pulled back, I had a pretty boring day. One void of death and devastation but boring none the less.
We live in a world where I can (dispite awful spelling and general monotony of self) be able to broadcast my thoughts to the masses. That we have come a long way from a bunch of Germans sitting in a cellar attempting to publish pamphlet on how some Prince had an bum for a head because he wanted to introduce a goat tax. Our universe is so soft that news networks are fed into with stories of Super Injunctions about people who, if they could not kick a ball would be cleaning car windows at the side of main roads.
A while ago I wrote a comedy set called First World Problem, Third World Problem. It worked on the premise that really when we think about our lives, they are not really that bad. I would state a first world problem then counter it with a very extreme third world problem.
Two examples were-
FWP: Sussana, I have burnt the broad-bean risotto and the guests will be coming in 20 minuets.
TWP: I have not eatern in 6 days and I have lost the use of both my kidneys.
or
FWP: Oh no our curtains do not suite the rest of the rooms general ambiance.
TWP: My village has been burned down but the Rebel Army.
I liked it, sadly I think it may have been a little to preaching/thinky/not cock gag/not belittling women/not a pun for the Open Mic London scene. Still it plays upon something we all have in one way or another: Survivor Guilt. We have had since the 70s, images beamed into our house of those suffering. From earthquakes to famines to this moment of horror. Now though we don’t just get it in a our living room but every room. We have a unyielding live feed to our iPhones, iPads and one day our iBrains. All connected to this ever lasting guilt trip and Angry Birds.
It explains why religious conmen get away with abusing people faith to give random dates for apocalypse and we are so numb from the good life end up falling for it all. Albert Einstein once said “It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.” He said this before WiFi, mobile phones and the Double Down Chicken Sandwhich. I guess he would be calling for the rapture too.