End is nigh

Today is 21.12.2012. The day when the world as we know it will end. According to an ancient Mayan legend. Again.

I've lost track of how many times the world was supposed to come to an end- according to the Mayan, Nostradamian, Macadamian, David Koren's and Charles Manson's calculations. Let's get one thing straight. All of the above were maniacs. Mayans sacrificed and ate humans, didn't they? David Koren tried to kill his own supporters. Charles Manson is still in jail, suffering his life sentence- he would have time to come up with all sorts of crazy ideas, now wouldn't he? And Macadamians are nuts. Literally.

And anyway- what ever lead the Mayans to believe the world would end today? The fact that their calendar did? That's what happens to all of us at the end of each year. That's when we go to our local stationery shop and buy a new one!

I'm starting to think that Mayans weren't prophetic- they were just lazy. They weren't missing faith in the future- they were just missing another MA graduate doing yet another unpaid internship scribbling down some charts. For free. 

And if the world really comes to an end today?

In spite of all my efforts to be merry and lead a life of based on regretting things I haven't done as opposed to those I have I still have some things on my bucket list.

I've never eaten jellied eels. Though I'm sure there's a reason for that. Such as common sense.

I never got to go on that African safari. That I already have the perfect wardrobe for.

I haven't tried hummus in Lebanon. Maybe theirs really is good?

Oh, and then there's the tiny, little, insignificant detail of never getting married.

But hey-  if the world really comes to its end today, tomorrow I won't be broke and unemployed- I'll be dead! Weheeeey!