When I was a kid I had an obsession with Nostradamus. He’s the 16th century Frenchman who purportedly predicted all sorts of things from Napoleon and Hitler to which Popes would be elected when. After reading modern translations of his quatrains I surmised that he was mostly full of it.
What are we to make of it? Is this the end times? All that stuff the Mayans warned us about?
Well, it’s simple, really.
It’s my fault for becoming happily engaged.
Please note that this is entirely tongue-in-cheek and I in no way believe that any of my actions could directly result in the apocalypse. I just have an odd sense of humor.