I’m 23 years old. I had a nice childhood. I have a steady job. I have a great girlfriend. I’m pleased with life right now. But today something happened, something that hit me like a shit ton of bricks (that’s a metric shit ton, by the way). I realized I am completely and utterly unprepared for the end.
Here’s what I mean. There is a potential depression looming on the horizon. Just as with the first depression, specific and accurate reasons why it happen can only come after the fact. The folks in the 1920’s might have had some indicators that something was coming, but the far reaching effects it would have on a person’s every day life couldn’t be predicted. Nobody expected to be standing in line, starving, waiting for a bowl of soup.
Any generation after the depression can’t possibly understand what it was like. We live our lives, and we experience reality in the only way we can, never knowing what people went through at that time. And it’s safe to say, we’ve generally had a golden age of economic prosperity relative to the depression for the past 70 years, so our generations cannot fathom what it’s like.
That being said, this headline appeared on Fox News’s (I know, I know) website: Powerful Solar Storm Could Shut Down U.S. for Months.
Okay, it’s a rare possibility, but think about that for a second. No power, potentially for months. Absolute chaos. People flooding the stores, looting, stealing as much food as they can. Riots. Absolute anarchy. And if it’s not solar disaster, . It could be the volatile grounds of yellowstone. Or the San Andreas fault. A sunami. A meteor. No longer are we under the delusion that God is going to protect our planet. The universe is a cruel place, and doesn’t give a rats ass about our measely lives.
That said, I realized today that I am completely unprepared for any of it. I have no stockpiles of food. I have no propane heaters that could heat my house in the dead of winter, if it occurred then. I have no emergency supplies. I have no gun. I have no savings that would last me through a depression. I would be one of those in the mad, crazed throngs of people looting the stores, fighting for my life. Starving. No money. No job. No house.
I don’t know, maybe I’m just fear mongering. Maybe I’m being unrealistic. But there is always that little voice, like an itch in the back of my mind, whispering “what if…?” I would be caught with my pants down.
Are you ready for a global depression? Are you ready for a disaster that could shut down the world for months, or even years? Considering I believe this is the only chance at life that I have, I am just coming to the realization that without better preparation, the future, and my chances of survival, are much bleaker than I ever realized…