End of the World (Pt.1)
She always glanced at me when we walked down the hallway in opposite directions. Her originally brunette hair started to look lighter than normal, but I guess she started to dye her hair. Others have started to settle down and more students are starting to return back to school. Some of the students that are coming back have cuts and bruises on themselves. I guess the news alert that the world was ending has really gotten to some people. No one really understands what they mean by 'the world is ending' because the news anchor didn't give any other details about it. Is there a huge meteor coming towards earth that NASA found? Is Korea finally able to nuke the entire world? Did they create a disease that allows the reanimation of dead tissue that would later result in zombies that would be hungry for flesh? I don't believe that even one person of this world knows exactly what is going on. I'm trying to live as normally as I did before the newscast: go to school, hang out with my girlfriend, then go home. Rinse and repeat.
Every day I wonder what if. What if I wasn't in the right place at the right time the day I met Elizabeth? Maybe, my life would've changed after the newscast. Thanks to her, she kept me somewhat sane.
It has been months since the day I met Elizabeth, but we were a high school couple so accidentally bumping into each other and having our papers fly everywhere was romantic enough for us when our hands accidentally touched. We still joke about it to one another that the way we met was 'just so cliche'; however if she could change how we met, I don't think she would change it.
We only shared lunch together, but we didn't know that until after we met. It was as though we were invisible to each other. She was studying to become a journalist, so our conversations during lunch almost always had to deal with the news or trying to interpret a speech, passage, or book in a different meaning. She'd give me a heads up about what the conversation was going to be about so that I could come up with a counter-argument. Sometimes, I would be too tired after hanging out with her that the 'argument' would end up more like the old Monty Python sketch where I simply contradict her with a "no". Probably our best conversation was our argument of "A Modest Proposal". She knew more about the piece and its satirical take on what people should do during famine times in Ireland. I did not think that it was satirical, so our argument was rather loud. If you were a bystander, you'd hear her and I going back and forth of "Eat Babies" and "Don't eat Babies".
My argument was plain and simple. Just as Jonathan Swift had stated during the time, that women were going to keep having babies, but these babies were going to need to be fed and need resources that weren't in existence due to famine. Babies are easy to get fat and they can even be a delicacy to royalty. This would increase the number of cooks by adding new meats and stews into their mix of meals. It would also boost the economy because there can be a rather endless supply of babies. They would be treated more like cattle. They would be raised, and some would be raised for slaughter, while others would be raised to grow old. I believe the children would catch on after a while. They would purposely not eat so that they wouldn't be eaten. Plus it could also enact a new form of entertainment. Baby gladiator fights.
Her argument pertained to the nature of how humanity should treat each other with the utmost respect and that they survivability of the children would've increased by leaving the areas. I believe that as a woman, she had a distaste for the thought of being a food producer as she would gain emotions with the fetus and want to see it eventually grow old and have offspring of its own. But instead, it would be slaughtered and fed to the family. I couldn't argue against this because I myself am not a woman. I wouldn't understand the connection as well as she would. She did like the thought of having gladiator baby fights, but she argued that since the babies would not be properly trained there would be more self-inflicted wounds than entertaining wounds from a typical gladiator fight.
Her mind was easier to come up with pessimistic ideas than mine was, thus resulting in her winning not only this argument but most others as well. The only argument that I won was pertaining to the book, "Brave New World" in which my stance was that since our current life was headed towards the one-way Utopian ideals, that living in such a sex-and-happy-driven society wouldn't be much different than the way we live today. She tried arguing that it wouldn't be a Utopia.
Today we were supposed to have an argument on if it is better to keep secrets from others based on the events occurring in the book, "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". I could see her walk into the cafeteria. I quickly got all my material together for the soon argument, but as I looked back at her, her movement was slowed. She grasped her arm on the elbow and was looking down almost the whole way. Once arriving at the table, she silently sat down at the table.
"I don't wish to talk about the topic today, if you don't mind."