The Sky Is Not Falling

No, this isn’t a belated review of Skyfall (which was decent but had too many endings). This is my obligatory entry about 12-21-2012. You know, the day the Mayans predicted the world will end.

First, let’s clear the air: The Mayans did NOT predict the world will end on Friday, as you can read here. There is no prediction at all, actually. December 21, 2012 marks a reset of the Mayan calendar. It’s like if you used the same wall calendar every year. The world doesn’t end when you flip back to January 1. Your calendar simply resets.

Second, why am I writing about this completely innocuous non-event? Because I’m scared of dumb people, that’s why. I’m not worried about the end of the world–rather, I’m worried about people acting like it’s the end of the world. A self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts.

So if you’re the type to riot or panic, please find a handler for Friday so that you don’t screw things over for the rest of us. I’d much rather sit quietly at home with my cats on Friday than have to resort to using the survival skills I’ve acquired through the many brushes with death I’ve had over the last year. It’s too cold for loincloths.

(I should add that the one perk about all this fuss about 12-21-2012 is that some people are having end-of-the-world no-regrets parties tomorrow. I’m not able to attend the one I was invited to, but I look forward to all the tales of debauchery that result from them. I love when people put their guard down and let loose, especially since that’s something I struggle with most of the time.)