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The world is ending tomorrow? Again? Which world?
Sarcasm, dry wit, and droll humor that no one ever gets aside--
I would like, just once, to sit back and watch. Not hustle and bustle and bust my ass to try to save it. Just once, to sit back and just watch it happen. Of course it could only be 'just once' because if the world actually ended it's hardly going to end again. At least we assume it's only going to end once, though at this point I find it hard to discount anything as impossible.
I would spend the day... not saving the world. Not being fearless. Not being a martyr or leader or any sort of hero. I'd spend the day sitting by the lake, skipping rocks off the water and watching the sun move across the sky. I might take the visor off and let the beams lance through the atmosphere and the hell with worrying about anything in their path.
I'd probably eat ice cream and twinkies and drink expresso. It wouldn't matter if I stayed in shape or not because... the world was going to end. I wouldn't have to worry about my blood pressure or cholesterol or weight or energy provided versus energy burned. I could just eat what I wanted to eat.
I would... make love with someone. A friend, an acquaintance, a stranger. I'd let them have all of me because there would be no worry about what someone would think of me tomorrow. I could just... be. Be free, feel, hold touch someone else and let them close.
I could yell and laugh and cry and scream and throw any sort of fit I wanted, if I wanted. Because there would be no tomorrow. I wouldn't have to worry about my respectability, my reputation, my roles and goals and responsibilities and repercussions. I could tell everyone what I thought of them. Good and bad and wonderful and terrifying.
If the world was going to end tomorrow--
I would let it.
I would let Cyclops die today and live just one day as Scott Summers.