[ WP ] The first diary entry of a person who has been accidentally forgotten and left on Earth when everyone else has ascended to a higher plane .

I used to think they were wasting their time; that there was no chance that all their meditation and helping each other was gon na make the blindest bit of difference to their lives or mine. There was so much going on, there was football to watch and videogames to play and it all seemed a bit too churchy for me. `` Ca n't you feel the vibration'' some of them said. Or `` it's the age of Aquarius'' the ones with long hair said. Or `` it's better than drugs'' my friends said. No one ever said `` it'll be like a nuclear explosion, but instead of buildings exploding we'll all just go'pop' and disappear, all at once''. I do n't know whether it was the blogs and books they started reading, their new age diet, maybe it was the WiFi 2.0. Everyone had just started getting along. No one cared about money any more. Political leaders seemed to genuinely be in it to help people instead of themselves, world hunger was a thing of the past. I suppose that's when I should have got on board with the programme. 
 But it was like in school. When one bully fights with another you know that is not just because you're not cool that they're picking on you and you have no friends. They're just mean people. Well, when the bullies become nice and start getting on you've got no excuse. I did n't want to join them all because I knew I'd spoil it for everyone. I'm the bad apple. And they did n't seem to notice me abstaining from the daily love ins. Staying home and watching television until they switched it off. Then staying in and playing old videogames. It was n't like I was afraid it was a cult. It was so obviously genuine. So honest and loving. But I've been the bad apple in loving relationships before. Turned them sour and against me. I could n't risk doing that with everyone. Turning them all against me. 
 It's ok now I suppose. I have everything I could ever have wanted. All the cars and food I could ever want. I own all the oil in the world. I guess I can never go on that helicopter ride I always wanted but nevermind. One thing's for sure, the wildlife is really taking over again. It's sort of beautiful in a post-apocalyptic sort of a way. 
 So why am I blogging this? Why am I using what I can only guess are the last few days of electricity and internet to write down these thoughts that no one will ever read? Why am I not watching the last surviving bits of porn to remind me what touching someone was like? Well I do n't know. I just get a strange feeling that they're not gone. Not that I'm being watched or anything. Just that they're not gone. It's strange. It's like they're part of the wildlife now, part of the scenery in a way we were n't before. I miss them. But only their touch. I feel like they're still hanging around... in the air, in the water, in the clouds. I guess I'm writing this because I hope that they might read it and know that I'm honestly sorry. That they might read it and come back for...
