There's a lot of people who are afraid that the world is going to end in the year two thousand. It's very possible - and it has every reason to. I mean, it's not like many things new or worthwhile have been developed by the current beings at the top of the food chain, has there?
Now I'm not saying that there is no creativity around (although I do think that impressionist painters weren't the creative geniuses everyone thought they were; it's just that they needed glasses. I mean, when I take my contacts out, everything is blurry, and if I tried to paint what I saw, it would look just like an impressionist painting. So they weren't revolutionary in their art, they were just nearsighted and painting what their perceived reality.), but just that it is more sparse than people tell us. Just like someone said in the movie swingers, about filmmaking - "everybody steals from everybody." even to the extent that the origins of something become lost. People aren't coming up with new things, they are just coming up with new ways to use old things.
I think that's the hallmark of this century, though, so there you go. It, in fact, could support a theory that the world actually will end in two thousand. When humans were created, they might have been given a finite amount of creative juices to work with that was supposed to last them for the entire tenure of human existence (i.e. - until the world expired, in two thousand). Well, either the creators of the human race miscalculated, or we as humans used it up just a bit too quickly, because we seem to have run out. However, since we still have time left, and since, with our over-inflated egos of being "the top of the food chain," we can't just sit around doing nothing, we've started to go back into the past and take things from there to occupy us as we wait for the end of the world, which we all subconsciously know is coming. This is why the fads of today's society so much revolve around swing dancing, clothing and fashions and things from the sixties and seventies, remaking old movies, etc. - we're pretending to live in a different era all together, because we can't come up with anything new in this era to entertain ourselves with. it doesn't matter which one, just anything that'll entertain us. So we go back and try to recreate in today's society anything that had any entertainment value in the past.
You see, it's like when you go to sleep at night. Basically, the day is more or less over, and you're just waiting to go to sleep. But, since you can't just lay there and do nothing, you think about things that happened that day (i.e. - concentrating on the past), or masturbating (which is the reason for the huge upswing in sexually transmitted diseases. actually, that might mark the very point we ran out of creativity. when the aids epidemic began, it did so because we could no longer think of anything interesting to say, so we just talked less and fucked more).
Some people, of course, think about what they are going to do tomorrow, just like some people now are attempting to plan into the future. I think we all subconsciously know that the world is ending, though, so they are just half-hearted plans, and tentative outlines, just like we make when we're in bed at night: "now tomorrow I have to go to the bank, and I think I'll have pizza for supper." hardly concrete, because we know that we really can't plan very much, even for the next day. but with the inkling of looming destruction, the only people who aren't just planning to waste time are the theorists who are planning for planning's sake. They are the ones who get caught up in the idea of things, and how far they can take hypothetical situations. I've done this before, and although anything these people come up with might be completely plausible, they aren't really serious about it. They just like planning, and besides, they know the big kaput is coming.
I guess it's kind of like planning a Halloween party or something - you and the rest of the people planning it sit in a brainstorming session, coming up with ideas of things you could do to make it a cool party. You start with fake cobwebs in the corners, some candles here and there, maybe a tape of scary sounds, but then it quickly escalates to having someone no one knows dress as Jason and hide under the couch for the whole night, then at midnight when you're telling scary stories, he'll reach out and grab Sue's leg, leap out with a bloody axe and start chasing everyone around the place, then another actor, dressed as a policeman, will burst in firing a nine millimeter handgun loaded with blanks to kill the Jason and scare the shit out of everyone. Of course, no one on the planning committee actually believes the party will go this far (they know they don't have the resources to pull it off) - they just think it would be cool, and we having fun planning for planning's sake.
But anyway, like I said, the end is coming, and we're just killing time. Like counting the change in our pocket while we're waiting for a bus - too much time to do nothing at all, but not enough time to start something productive.
