At first it was Y2K and Microsoft managed to patch the system. We were saved. Now the world went crazy because of the whole Mayan Calendar thing. Nothing happened. What could be next?! Let me guess... 11.12.13 ? What's with people's fascination with old calendars and dates? We all die eventually, most probably hit by a someone who is texting and driving, old age, cancer or something along those lines.
In a way I hoped for the world to end. Imagine all those morons in flames running and screaming. You know who they are. Don't deny it. I would have died happy. But I guess it was only hopeful wishing. People were stupid for expecting a major cataclysm just because some guy, more than 2000 years ago, made a calendar. Imagine, what would happen if 2000 years in the future someone finds a computer with Windows Vista. That might just be the end of the civilization after all.
This whole craze made some people very rich by exploiting the superstition: survival packs with vodka in Russia, 1000 bucks entry fee in a nuclear bunker and even themed parties in Romania. Since we are about 100 years in the past, we party like it's 1912. This is the longest night of the year so might as well party all night long.
As an exercise of imagination I was expecting: meteorites, zombies, electricity being gone, floods, earthquakes, volcanoes, aliens invading, magnetic poles reversing, penguins attacking, politicians recognizing that they are crooked, Michael Jackson releasing another album and computers becoming conscious and showing grandma your entire porn collection. I guess we're lucky that none of that happened. Tomorrow is a brand new day. Rejoice. We survived, again!
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