Annihilation

So I just got done rereading The Host. Yes, I reread books. So if you haven’t read The Host yet it’s about the end of human kind.  Here’s the quick synopsis for the book: Melanie "Mel" Stryder is one of few "wild" humans remaining on earth after the invasion.  After "insertion" into a human body, alien souls erase the human occupant and establish a claim over the body and mind. Wanderer is a soul who has lived on eight different planets previously, with Mel being her ninth host body. Upon waking inside her new body, Wanderer is shocked by the power and vividness of human emotions, memories, and senses, and quickly learns that Melanie is not willing to give up the entirety of her mind.

Yeah, it’s kind of a weird sci-fi, alienish book, but it’s good. So it got me thinking about 2012. What if it will truly happen? You know how there are articles that the Mayan calendar stopped on December 21, 2012. Or instead of “souls” invading us, it would be just like The Day After Tomorrow, where there are hurricanes in LA. New York freezes over. Or even better, Zombieland. Everyone is a flipping zombie. It would scare me, not going to lie. I’m a big wuss when it comes to scary movies haha.

Alright, so The Host and 2012, I mean, what if that does happen? Who will survive and go be a rebel? Will I turn into one and let the soul that invaded my body take over or will I fight back like Melanie?

This is why I don’t read books like this! It gets me thinking, me and thinking do not mix. Never, ever.

I haven’t even found the love of my life yet and the world ends in 2012? That’s stupid; everyone should experience what real love is all about, right? And, if the world does end in 2012 (not saying it is because I don’t really believe in that stuff) that means I spent 98% of my life in school. Lovely. I’m still in school! I haven’t even been to Europe yet! The one continent that I have dreamed of going to for the longest time; but it doesn’t matter because my hopes have always been crushed, why should it surprise me now?

It would be scary though, to lose yourself in your own body. To have someone, something, control it other than yourself.

“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.” Carl Gustav Jung