The Obligatory End of World Post
So the world is supposed to end tomorrow. Theoretically.
In 1992, when I was nine years old I made the mistake of watching a special about Nostradamus, on some cable channel. (Discovery? TLC? History Channel? I don’t remember.) I remember this because this particular special all but convinced me that the world was going to end in 1998. I cried myself to sleep because the world was going to end before I was even old enough to date. All the things I had been planning for my life (marriage, kids, driving a car, not sharing a room with my sister) were never going to happen. That stupid special had my stomach in knots for weeks. I don’t remember exactly what let me get over it, but I suspect it was just the simple passage of time.
When 1998 rolled around, I remembered my fears and was able to shake my head about how silly I was. However it seems like it was just a few months later that the y2k mess was started to enter public consciousness. That came and went, and now we’re on 2012, or tomorrow. I suspect when those pass it will be some new date. It seems like my whole life has been one highly publicized panic about the end of the world after another.
So is this normal behavior for humans? Can I expect this to settle down sometime in the next couple decades? Or is this just how people are and always will be?