The world didn't end. We're still here, waiting for the apocalypse. The fact that human existence will continue beyond December 21, 2012 probably won't shock most people, and will likely relieve those who were wringing their sweaty hands in nervous anticipation. But me? I'm a little bummed. This was our last chance for the end.
Growing up there was an expectation that the world would be destroyed by the robotic overthrow of Y2K. But then 2000 came and went without the computer-scrambling system breakdown we were promised. I was sort of okay with that. I mean, I had just started college and wasn't quite ready to forego the great time I was having.
Then Harold Camping proclaimed that the world would end on May 21, 2011. Everyone laughed and said that dude was crazy. They were right,
But there was always December 21, 2012. The end of the Mayan calendar, and the top contender for Earth's destruction. It was something we could all believe in. No way the Mayan simply stopped charting time at some arbitrary point. It couldn't be that they just ran out of space on their stone tablet. No, the Mayans knew something, man. It was like some kind of extra-dimensional space gods gave the Mayans this exact date to warn us, right?
So what now? When's the next projected apocalypse? We need a date. And this time let's see if we can't stick to it this time. We need to come together as a society and take the steps necessary to actually destroying this world. If not for ourselves, do it for the children. I don't want to live in a world where our kids have to live with the constant fear, and then eventual disappointment, of their world ending.