The End of The World

I’m not entirely sure why there’s been so much angst going on about the supposed end of the world predicted by some literalist somewhere. We’ve had groups of people believe many times over believe such things, and one of two things has happened:
1. They are embarrassed.
2. They kill themselves.

My viewpoint on this is more “why worry about it?” than most people, simply because I look at it this way:

(a) if you believe the world will end Saturday, then you believe that you will be among those saved, so, thelogically, having this life end won’t matter.
(b) if you don’t believe that the Rapture’s coming two days from now, then, even if you’re religious, there’s no need to worry. If you’re Christian, you probably believe you’ll be restored whenever the Rapture happens, even though we’re not supposed to know the day or hour. If you’re not Christian, the issue’s moot.

Honestly, for every time I see “Post Rapture Looting” as an event I should join on Facebook, I cringe just as much as I do when presented with literal interpretations of the Bible. It takes so much effort to be an apologist for anything; I’d much rather we spent our time on–oh, I don’t know– making the world a better place regardless of what you believe or think. Is that so hard to do?