The Rapture

Apparently tomorrow is Judgement Day, May 21 2011. This is the day, that according to the Bible, that Jesus will come back down to earth to bring his true followers to Heaven and leave the rest to torture before the end of the world 5 months later.

I'm a little freaked out.
I mean, I grew up Catholic (and still identify with some of the religion) and that fear (sadly) was part of it. (So was guilt, and we definitely won't talk about that.) There has always been a high level of mysticism placed around Jesus, as well as the second coming. But it's hard for me to believe that Jesus would be that vindictive.

Of course, I'm not a fundamentalist and not one who takes the Bible word for word, so obviously I see things in a different light.
Even so, part of me wonders what will really happen tomorrow.

Maybe this is selfish to think, but some things in my life are finally starting to work out, and it's hard for me to believe that I'm going to have those snatched away from me as soon as they are presented to me.
On the other hand, I can think of a way for the next 5 months to be torturous for me based on other areas of my life.

As I'm assuming you're noticing, I'm assuming I'll be one of the dammed. Not that I think that I've lived a sinful life, because I haven't...at all. However, I've also not lived my life according to the way you're suppose to if you follow the Bible and religion to a tee.
What way is right, though? Who is to say that I'm living closer to the way of the Lord than those to take it literally. I don't want to get into a heated religious debate, but there are questions.

Anyways, so tomorrow is when the Saved are going to be brought up to Heaven while the rest are left on Earth to suffer. Okay. What's that going to look like? I guess no ones knows, just that it's going to happen. But what's going to happen to those who believe this so much when it doesn't happen to them? That's what I'm beginning to fear more.

I don't think if I survive the day tomorrow that I'm going to Hell. (Of course, if my friends and family and I do survive, I guess that means we'll all be in Hell together.) I don't think the world is going to end any time soon, not now or Oct 21 or Dec 2012.
But what are those people going to do who did think so? Are they going to change their belief? Are they going to change their expectations for the actual day? Was there a delay at the TSA line? (sorry, probably a bad joke) I guess the only thing we can do is wait. Wait and see what really is going to happen tomorrow.

Uh...

I had a great topic to talk about today, one that I thought would be thought provoking and would be something worth writing. Of course, I can't remember what it was. Oh, yes, yes I do. I'm not going to change the title, or this beginning. It's interesting that we can plow through our brain, retrace our thoughts to try to remember something, and then it pops in your mind out of no where.

What I wanted to talk about was sports. Okay, so maybe it won't be as thought provoking as I mentioned, but it'll make you think nonetheless.

I'm a supporter of sports teams. I'm a huge UT football fan. I bleed orange, fa sho! I also support the Vancouver Canucks. I love watching the Olympics, and even watched the World Cup last year. I've seen my share of basketball and volleyball games, and have even been to a few baseball games. I even sort of pay attention to rankings and what's going on in each sport.

I'm not a huge fan of various teams, though. I'll watch the sport and enjoy it, but the only teams I actively support are the Horns and Canucks. This made me think; what's the point.

Unless you are betting on the games, or are players on said teams, as a fan it really doesn't matter if they win or lose.

Sure, you can have your fantasy leagues or bragging rights, but as far as your every day life it doesn't matter. Having your favorite team win won't determine whether you get the promotion or not, or whether your best friend is going to have dinner with you that night. (Yes, you can debate they will or not depending on if a game is showing, but that's besides the point.) So, if the majority of the population won't be directly affected, why are we such a sports obsessed culture?

I have no idea other than it makes us happy. It's fun to watch games, especially if you like to play sports yourself. The people who like to watch sports are usually active anyway, so it's just an extension of who they are. It's just an interest people have. There really isn't a right or a wrong answer, this is more rhetorical anyway. (Obviously...)

What made me think about this was the fact that I'm totally involved in the Stanley Cup finals. A huge reason of this is because the Canucks are in the playoffs. (Only one more round! Come on Canucks!!) This really doesn't effect me because I'm in Texas, far away from the cool breeze of the Pacific Northwest. No one, other than my mom, is watching the games with me. Half the time I find out the final score either through my app (totally have a Canucks app) or the paper. I mean, I have watched my share of games, but you know.

Anyways, me being a Canucks fan isn't going to help me finish my script or make me have new friends. Well, I take that back. I might meet some new people because of my interesting love of the Canucks. That would be awesome, wouldn't it? Besides the point...

It's just something that I enjoy doing. Watching hockey games are fun, and it's not just because there are some major hits in this sport. It's watching skilled people executing their talent for the masses.

This could of been just a total waste of time. Of course people are going to be into sports even if they are effected by the outcome or not. It's just an interest. Duh.

Absent

I really failed on the twice a day thing, didn't I? Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've been writing more.

I'm actually well into my second act, and pretty happy with it so far. It does help that I had a scene breakdown and used that as my outline. I'm about half way done, maybe less, and think if I can get a few solid hours of pure writing down I'll be done soon. A little over my May 1st deadline, but you know.

One of the best things at the moment is that I can divide into this script, these characters, and forget about my crazy life. It's nice to have an outlet. This is also why I'm such a media person. I like to escape sometimes, forget my problems and enjoy myself for a few hours. Don't get me wrong, I also love beautiful art, but it's nice to check your head at the door.

The other outlet I've acquired lately is kickboxing. I've been going to a shadow kickboxing class for several months, but am about to start my third week of classes with bags. Man, there is nothing like an emotional release/clearing of the mind than punching and kicking a 200 lb boxing bag. It's brilliant. I totally in love.

It does take a lot of energy and I'm worn out by the end of the hour, but I feel great. I feel energized, clear, stronger, more confident. I still need to work on some of my kicks, since I'm focusing more on form than power at the moment, but I feel I've got a killer hook. Now only if I could get a bag for my garage and be the typical movie cop. I'm the only one to find that funny, right?

I better get started on my script. The longer I wait, the more procrastination elements I find. That's one reason why I love Demetri Martin's "Circle of Procrastination." So true. I guess I could lock myself out of the internet service...but then there's always Solitaire on the computer. I did figure out my key to total focus. Music through headphones. Now, if only I can decide what album to listen to first...