Being an Infinitelist, I thought that I was prepared for the end of our world. But I wasn't. I was just deluding myself into believing that I was. I wasn't prepared for the deep sense of resentment I feel bubbling inside of me. There's a voice insisting that this shouldn't be happening, that things shouldn't have to change. The world of my childhood is real, and being real, it should last forever. I know intellectually that the whole point of reality is that it changes, it's the Infinite that doesn't change because everything that's happening has happened and is happening all at once. But my mind lives in the Infinite. It doesn't fully understand that eternity isn't meant to last forever.