Have you ever seen that show “Doomsday Preppers”? (p.s: just typed the word ‘prepper’ only to find out it’s not actually a real word. So sayeth our Lord and Grammar Savior, Squiggly Red Line.)
Well it’s a real thing. In fact, it’s this:
Not all the time, though. Sometimes it’s this:
So you get the appeal. Anyway, it’s on Nat Geo so I watch it waaay too often. Alone. In the dark. Sipping Prosecco from a Margarita glass I stole from a Red Robin. The point is: I like it.
When I first started watching it I thought:
“Oh, it’s a show about people who like combat training and hoarding pounds of vacuum-sealed white rice and canning their home-grown vegetable whatevers. Perfectly harmless, right?’
It goes so much deeper than that. There’s $120,000 underground bunkers, dudes skinning rabbits (he shot an arrow through its teeny little head!), whole families uprooting and moving to Tennessee
the middle of nowhere, very reluctant partners and ghost visions.
Alright, the ghost vision thing only happened once, but yesterday when I was procrastinating/flipping through the DVR laughing at the episode descriptions, I realized:
‘They should just call this show “Chicken Little”. Everyone’s running around waiting for the sky to fall.”
These weren’t just people who planned for the worst- these were people who expected it. They’re banking on it. They sink their entire life’s savings into it.
And guess what?
I watched another episode today and I’m starting to really understand these Cats.
_Till Next Time_