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| Before 9/11 was all the rage, we had the Millennium Bug. Before box-cutter wielding terrorists with anthrax held the collective peoples short attention span, the Y2K Bug held the populace in a state of technological paranoia. Computers would crash, leading to massive blackouts and cut-off water supplies. There would be a stock market collapse, mass rioting and anarchy, bringing civilization to a standstill. Some people built bomb shelters, while others quaintly filled their cupboards and stored bottled water. And perhaps a few on the fringes hoped for the worst-case scenario- one that would obliterate the individual credit debt and set everyone back to zero. | |||
| For the most part, real life is more boring than fiction. | |||
| I drove to Subway where my friend worked and helped her close shop. Midnight came and passed without incident. No blackout and mass looting. God didn't swoop down and smite the human race in apocalyptic fury. Nothing had changed. Then something unexpected happened. The girl I had pined about for 2 years came with me to my house, and we drank cheap wine and watched campy movies until sunrise. Lights still hung around the dry, brittle Christmas tree. I knew my life was about to change, and it did. And regardless of the misfortunes that followed that year, everything in my life felt whole and serene for the first time. | |||