In the Year 2525
I am seriously afraid of the future. All the aspects scare me shitless. I suspect I am too rigid to change and too conservative to even admit it.
I am afraid of the fashion. I know it is spiralling, but all I can envisage is sexless neon outfits for girls with no hips and boys with motley hair, I am afraid that masculinity and femininity will be gone before we notice. We will be forced into a maze called "no fashion is really fashionably" and we will lose an important part of out lives - our dress code and therefore sex appeal.
I am afraid of the food of the future. GM-ed, inbred, hydroponic ingredients, no seafood, mad meats and plastic vegetables served in a bizarre way. Order something like fish at the restaurant - and be brought up an ipod to listen to the sounds of ocean while you eat it. Waiters looking like customers looking like chefs. Customers taking instant camerapics of food and blogging it immediately. Chefs too bored cooking fish'n'chips and serving extremely tedious 16-course degustation dinners.
I am afraid of the climate change. I am afraid there will be no grapes in NZ, but will be bananas. I am afraid my kids wouldn't know what a polar bear is. I am afraid of every city turning into Beijing, with too many people (that's a different phobia altogether, by the way) and too much pollution. I am afraid in 50 years time I wouldn't be able to hug a tree daily.
I am afraid of technologies. I cannot keep up with it, the machines and mechanisms being much smarter than me. I am afraid of each tiny little gadget becoming everything, a gadget that is not just a phone but a PC, a remote, a gprs-tag and a leg shaver. I am afraid that we are going to be chipped at birth and that the government will know everything (everything!) about us.
I am afraid of people, of disappearing of love, of having to have ersatz - relationship on the go. Of the old values going missing (no code of ethics is the new code), and no values developing over time.
My only hope is that it takes longer than we all expect and my paranoid self will be long gone before it hits.