Every now and then, I let myself believe that the Mayan Long Count calendar is right, and the 5125 year-long cycle will be coming to an end on December 21st, 2012.
This either means the end of the world, or, at the very least, a new era will be upon us. When I do believe this, it makes my Manbbatical seem futile. It also makes my diet suck that much more. If we’re all going to die in just over two years, I should seriously jump on the dick-train and eat pastry to my heart’s delight. I should be making the most of my life, right now.
Sometimes, I will ignore the astronomical and numerological proposals related to said date, disregard the claims that earth may collide with a passing planet, or the arrival of the next solar maximum and live free of torment regarding the apocalypse.
If everything is destroyed and most of us die, and I allow myself to imagine we survive by eating each other, my throat begins to close and I get seriously stressed out. (It should be noted that I read/watch too much sci-fi…)
I will try not to bore you all (or myself) with the mundane revelation that we should all live everyday to the fullest, as if it may be our last. We would all like to make the most of our lives it just takes effort.
I think I speak for most earthlings when I say that we would also all like to make a difference. I know I should give blood more often. I know I should volunteer somewhere, even if it’s just for an hour a week. I know I should quit smoking and use the money I was spending on cigarettes and give it to a charity/pay back my parents. I could definitely be more courteous while I’m driving and should commit more random acts of kindness, because they proliferate.
For some reason, watching my soap, reading, checking Facebook, Twitter, The Huffington Post and napping seem more enticing in the moment. I understand we all need a little down time, but I don’t have a family to look after, a full-time job, or even a boyfriend. The least I could do is pour some soup for some poor fucker who’s down on his luck.
What will they say about me when I die? What will I want to yell from the earth before I become worm food? Will my Manbbatical mean anything, then? Will I have gained any insight that will get shoveled into the ground with me?
