The End of The World as We Know It and I Feel

The streets around me are burning.  The fire has swept through them quickly.  It's flames a chant of angry roars.  It's crackles echo with the sound of broken glass and car alarms.  The blaze dances with looters and rioters. Some stealing what they can find, others just destroying everything just to watch whatever it was blow up.  The smoke of pelted eggs smothers the atmosphere with their nauseating fumes.

 I watch them through the window, they are closing in.  A part of me draws back from their behavior.  Is that what has become of us so quickly? But another part dances in my chest, urging me to join them.  It would be so easy, wouldn't it?  Give up whatever it is I stood for to join them.  I mean I was never a man of religion to begin with.  I don't see why I would start now.  Science?  Never found it as useful for every day objectives as some claim it is.  So what do I stand for and why?  I guess it's true that I've always held certain values up regardless.  I mean physical appearance is important, I should look sharp.  Common courtesy?  Hey why not? It doesn't cost me anything and we all want friends.  Still does any of that matter any more? These looters aren't my friends. They would never be my friends.  Common courtesy and dressing well don't seem to matter much right now...Good clothes would probably just make me a more popular target.  So why not give in?

 It's true. I've already done many things that I had never thought I would do since we learned that the world was ending.   So why not give completely in now?  I mean it's not like I'm gonna live to regret it.  Still it's a bit different, I mean I did those things in the name of survival not fun.  Rioting...well it never seemed that great of a survival method...

I suppose I should go. They're getting close now so I have to run. Maybe tomorrow I'll meet you for some nice tea.