Sometimes I wonder if this is true. The space thing, not the people thing. You'd think that people would see the world crumbling and go, "I need out!". Personally, I just go home and hide under the blankets with my eyes closed. As an added bonus, the blankets are warm, whereas the vacuum of space is cold. Gotta stay on the positive side of things.
I can't remember where I drew the inspiration for this comic specifically, but I feel like it rings a bell every so often. If not much more often than however often that may, or may not, be. If anyone would like to invite me aboard their spaceship, I'd be happy to decline. I hate being on planes, I can't imagine being on a rocket shooting me towards no man's land.