So I did something this weekend that I have never done before. I went to a movie alone. Not something I could have done back in my insecure days, but it didn’t even really cross my mind yesterday as something I wouldn’t do. It was a decision that I made after spending the majority of the weekend alone, because my closest friend went away and I just wanted to get out of the house.
I checked the movie listings for four locations trying to find something that would catch my attention. But unfortunately the vampires have taken over and bumped a few movies I had hoped to see out of the theatres. I resolved myself to instead heading to the gym or back to yoga for the second time this weekend and then I thought I would look at the trailer for 2012 again.
The first time I saw the trailer I was put off by the over-the-top scene where John Cusack is driving a limo through the streets of some California town while the ground is being ripped apart and buildings are crumbling to the ground. However, late Friday night I found a short investigative show on VisionTV (I know, Vision TV) about the Mayan culture and the date of the winter solstice 2012. They explained how predictions have been made, and how sun flare activity can be matched with earthquake activity. Then there were the specialists and full believers who claim that the magnetic poles will shift, volcanoes around the world will become active, flooding, every building destroyed, countries at war over the few resources left. So I thought, what the heck, I will go see the movie and see how things play out.
There were huge amounts of unbelievable scenes, but that’s what a big budget film is about. What really hit me about the film was their take on how things would transpire politically. From passengers on the Arcs paying for their spot, to governments using China to produce the Arcs and hide them, to the governments producing the arcs without any public knowledge, and fatal “accidents” happening to anyone involved who decides to speak out on the subject of Arcs being created.
The movie was exactly what it was supposed to be. It was a distraction; one that kept me in the theatre for two hours forty-four minutes to be exact. And it made me think about what would take place if that type of catastrophe did take place. Life might be shorter than we think.