Panicky

 

     Lately, it is a recurrent theme on her social media posts: Panic. She’s panicky. She’s panicking. And she needs to calm down. Why? What’s wrong? Maybe, she knows something a lot of people don’t know.

     Maybe, she’s aware that the world will soon end.

     Perhaps, an asteroid the size of Hong Kong will hit Earth before the year ends.

     Or a nuclear war will soon erupt, initiated by a deranged president.

     He wants to comfort her; tell her everything will be all right even though he has no idea what is making her panic. He is an ex-boyfriend. He wonders if it’s still his responsibility to mollify her during anxious times. He continues to feel something for her. But she’s too far away from him now, emotionally, mentally, and physically.

     He also has no idea that she has some sorts of power. Like a third eye. Or the ability to predict the future.

     When he opens his Facebook account that day, there it is again.

     I’m panicking, she says on her post. I need to calm down.

     And on one of the comments, he gets his answer.

    Why are you panicking? a friend of her asks.

     I’m afraid my boyfriend will soon propose, she answers with a heart and smiling emojis.

    And he regrets wasting time and emotion on her again.

     He looks out the window of his room, he stares at the dark skies, maybe an asteroid the size of Russia will soon hit Earth.