My neighbors.

They’re having sex and they aren’t being quiet about it. At all. I’m jealous.

This 2012 bullshit going around.

I know that thousands and thousands of people out there have already heard of this super hyped 2012 Apocalypse thing, and honestly, I personally regard it as a Y2K syndrome. For as long as man has been alive, man has always been predicting Doomsday. I suppose it gives them a sense of urgency, a sense of being in the right here and right now, and importance. But given the benefit of the doubt, if the world does indeed end on December 21st, 2012, well then I have one thing to say. Why the fuck does it have to happen while I’m still probably only in college and not even legal age to drink yet?

Now, it’s quite obvious nothing will happen in 2012, even the Mayans themselves never said the Apocalypse was to come on 2012, merely a change in world order (which I suppose can be seen as a technological advancement and perhaps mankind getting their shit straight by using technology to help instead of crush) But I’ll never know, and nobody will, because the Mayans are long gone, and their reckoning came a long time ago. Honestly I think every few years, people require a new Doomsday theory. 6/6/06 was supposed to be one along with 2000. Nothing happened then, and nothing will happen on December 21st, 2012. And if anything does, well fuck me. Just my luck to have the world end just as my life is beginning.

I don’t know why people do this, I’m sure if there was any founded Scientific evidence by any accredited organization, they would have released the information a long time ago, seeing as 2012, is a mere four years off (information as in ways to protect yourself, warnings of the coming events, more serious scientific arguments/releases/reports). I hate having to hear about these damn apocalypse theories, especially this one since there’s so much “evidence” founded around it. Must the media bolster these mythological tales for instant hoopla? It’s not only unreasonably frightening and alarming, it’s also completely ridiculous. Now, I’m sure there are plenty of people out there, especially middle aged people and or Mayan literature buffs, that would love to think their miserable and failing lives will all be put to rest on 2012, but I as a just turning seventeen year old teenager, do not need to bear with the grief of such an apocalypse, and nor do the children that I want to father in the future.

In short, if these Maya knew anything they probably should have smelled their own demise first, rather than causing their stories to be translated hundreds of years later and causing all this panic and grief around old wives’ tales. Although honestly, I don’t find anything about this entertaining in the least, and personally-it’s revolting and just plain absurd. Why anyone would rather hold fatalistic ideals about the end of some extinct race’s calendar is beyond me. But I guess it’s all for the same reason we love to watch Godzilla movies, or zombie movies. Mankind just loves the idea of themselves dying I suppose. I guess we’re one sick race of bastards in the end.