For those unfamiliar with Reddit, an entire section is known as “Ask Reddit.” In a recent post today a redditor asked “If all humans found out the world would end in 30 days, what would become the most precious commodities?” In a different way of responding, user /u/CaptainNoBoat poured out an answer about how he could see one individual going throughout their final 30 days of life. These are those responses.
DAY 1: The television flickers; a hue of colors washes over my family’s blank stares. Seismologists and planetary scientists are being interviewed. They say the world is ending.
They say 30 days – how they arrived at that is unknown, but they seem pretty positive. Obviously, there is a lot of skepticism at this point – but the news is terrifying nonetheless.
DAY 2: News has become paramount. Everyone is glued to it. Skepticism is waning. A hole has began to open in Indonesia; scientists say it is twenty miles across and growing. Fissures are appearing along the world’s fault lines.
Scary times. Let us hope something changes for the better.
DAY 3: The panic has begun. Riots in NY, Chicago, LA.. Workers have been allowed off indefinitely. Neighborhoods are being brought together to discuss the events. The government has attempted to keep in place valuable services, but many federal workers have been understandably missing.
DAY 4: Half of the television channels are offline. Cities’ utilities are dying. I spend my days consulting my family and taking walks. There is everything to think about, yet nothing to think about. I want to know if this is real. Everyone does.
DAY 5: It’s not a dream. It’s really not a dream. I say that every morning. You always ask, “What would you do if you knew the world was going to end?” I guess this is it. There is no happiness. There is no final thing I want to do. It’s terrible; there’s no other way to put it.
Many countries’ governments have not accepted it yet. There are wars with police. Thousands have died. Looting and destruction has become a past-time, and honestly – no one cares.
It is not safe to go outside any more. People have become unpredictable. My brother was assaulted today trying to stockpile food. There are naked people, drugged out people, public sex. Embarrassment is no longer relevant. Civility is gone. If there was anything to bring out the true, unhindered nature of humans, this is it.
DAY 6: The world is in disarray. I think the truth is starting to set in. There are no figures, but suicides have been skyrocketing. News channels don’t know what to report any more. Many of them have been disbanded.
Most of the government has stopped working. Wal-marts and stores across the world are filled with thousands of people – destroying items, doing drugs, having sex. I don’t blame them.
Speaking of drugs – craigslist has become a last resort effort to get anything you need. People who knew dealers, prescription holders, or simply pharmacy robbers are the best ones off. Sometimes people resort to whatever they can guzzle out of their medicine cabinet.
Money has become this convoluted item. It holds some value, and only to some people – I imagine that value will diminish over the weeks. Food is becoming scarce as well.
Huge, spontaneous music/art festivals are being held all over the world. Giant religious events – everyone thinks it is their apocalypse. They will probably last as long as the food/water for attendees holds out.
Electricity is out in 1/3rd of America. Tons of essential services have been disbanded. Fires can be seen for miles. Homes have been abandoned or torn to shreds, sometimes by their owners.
As for the people? Most are in a daze. We wake up every day and spend a couple hours remembering our reality. Many people are reserved, confused – they are in a constant state of disbelief. Others embrace the end – they run around like maniacs. I saw an 80-year old woman riding a garbage can lid down a hill today.
It is not uncommon to see intentional car wrecks or public suicide. Reactions were horrible the first couple days – now it is seen as an act that should be respected. There’s no telling what tomorrow brings. I’m going to shoot some heroin and see if there’s any candy left at the store now.
DAY 15: It’s a beautiful day. I may be a little drunk, but it is a beautiful day. There might be burning buildings all around me, but it is a beautiful day.
I really didn’t think it was going to end like this. I figured something environmental would get us long after I would have to worry about it. You just have to keep telling yourself death is inevitable. You can’t forget that.
The time I’ve spent on this planet has been incredible. To think I had a chance to experience the world is reason enough to be happy. Babies born, love gained, love lost – true friendship. I explored and learned what I could. The final days will undoubtedly be reflective and serene.
I’ve lost contact with almost everyone, and all information or news. Only one channel has reported anything, and sparingly. There are giant gatherings on every continent. Millions of people in various places singing and chanting. The few videos I saw were haunting but beautiful. I had considered it, but I need to be with my family.
I believe we have enough water to make it two more weeks. I hope we do.
DAY 25: I don’t want to die. God I don’t want to die. Maybe the suicidals have the right idea. It’s agony to wait in limbo. I have no friends left. Only my father is left – who becomes closer to alcohol poisoning by the day. Fuck this. The world is so grey. There is no electricity, no food, no water. The last news report several days ago suggested that most of the world’s population may be dead.
I spend half my day crying and half my day picking myself back up. Crying is such a strange thing; there is usually a point to it – that the future looks bad, or the past was bad. But now, it is an empty act; it is a pointless necessity.
DAY 30: It’s surreal. There’s no other way to put it. The waves, the colors. That clueless seagull above me.
After my father died, I had no one left. I made a run for the coast. There are bodies everywhere; nothing new. As I guzzle my last bottle of cough syrup, sitting naked in a lawn chair, I look at the sunset. The Earth is shaking below me. A very lovely apocalyptic massage. There is nothing left to think. At last I can breathe. At last my heart rate can slow down. It’s just me and the beach.
I touch a nearby palm tree, running my hand down it. I marvel the complexity of it; I marvel us organisms which have done our best on this planet. I think about all the life that came before us, that allowed us to exist – to experience and understand the world.
Oh, but what a cliche last thought to have
But no…It’s not. It’s a fine thought. There is no more cliche; there is no one to judge. I can think what I want.
And I think I’m happy. The past no longer matters. At this moment I am happy.