Ragnarok

   I don't know if anyone else who may read this knows, but Ragnarok was on Saturday. If you don't know what that is, it is the day is Norse mythology in which everyone dies. I brought it up because if you can't tell, we all survived. WOOOO! I know. It is exciting. Here is what I went through on this fateful day.

   I was waking up to a normal day. All was fine until my sister called me to tell me the news. It went something like, "Did you here about Ragnarok? It's today? Do you know what that is?" Being me, I know about a lot of this stuff because I am one of those people that the scholars call "stupid" but all of the normal people call "pretty knowledgeable." I knew and I did a little bit of research and found myself a countdown. I went on with my day yelling "for Ragnarok!" or "for Asgard!" while playing a happy game of basketball. (in which I did make someones lip bloody while defending for Ragnarok) It was a normal day but something amazing did happen. I survived. This is the fourth end of the world that I survived and I think I am pretty proud of myself.

   There is a dangerous thing about religions. When they predict an exact day of the end and it happens and everyone happens to still be here, they are pretty much seen to be false and they have to find a new meaning of life. I wonder if anyone still believes in Asgard's gods and if they think they need to find a new way of life. Even if they do still believe, they need to find something because Asgard doesn't exist and they are all pretty much dead.

   I am pretty much out of things to say so I am going to end here. If you liked this, say so in the comments. If you hate it, my TI 82, and my beautiful keyboard, say that as well because I would love to hear it. As always, have a good day, night, or other.