In the hopes (and science?) that the world is still fine and dandy (and by "fine and dandy" I really mean "kind of bleak but still standing") by close of business today, I will wish you and yours a very happy winter solstice and 12/21/12 which has been enormous fun to type merely for its simplicity and repetition on the keyboard.
Truly.
I never actually thought the world was going to end. It was an interesting thought experiment in (reasonable) finality though. Like, if the world is over on Friday, do I have to do my laundry? (Yup) Can I eat nothing but cookies? (Negative) I should probably binge (in true Dionysian style) my way through oblivion.
Right?
There is something to be said for the pressure of DO IT NOW.
Years ago, when my mother needed a new handbag, she'd found one she'd liked very much, that came in both black and a raspberry color. She went back and forth between them, and began to rationalize that black was much more practical, etc etc. I recognized the signs. I turned to her, and said loudly
"What color do you want? Don't think! Just tell me!"
Needless to say, mom loves her raspberry purse. She tells her friends I am a fashion-y genius. Really I am more like a shouty bag lady. I know bags, what can I say. But by putting her on the spot and kind of forcing her to not think, she ended up saying exactly what she wanted. Which turned out great.
So what would you do if you had the end date for the end of the world? I know a lot of things would depend (obviously) on how the governments of the world are freaking out too (air travel and such) but what are your priorities? How much time do you spend with family versus friends? Do you hunker down? Or do you go party every last moment away? Do you know where you want to be?
"...tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further... And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
Food for thought. Speaking of food, here's this. I don't get it, but I fucking love it.
