My dad keeps predicting the apolcolypse or some other non-religious end of the world type scenario. So far there's been three or four non-events and we're all still living.
The last time he started up about it was about 3 months before Dazza and I got married. My response was, "as long as I get to be married to Dazza, I don't give a shit".
We're still alive, and maybe the world will end some time, but I pretty much don't care either way as long as I'm happy with the way I live my life and I've lived a good life.
I'm sure Dad will tell us on Christmas day that 2007 is the year it'll all end, but that's ok. As long as he's got something to worry about he'll be happy. I don't have to believe him, and he doesn't have to care if I don't.
