I don’t know how you feel about it, but I’m not really tripping abut 2012. I thought I would, but just – not. Very peaceful about it, even. There’s something so elevating and/or liberating about the fact something has to happen, it’s predetermined and there’s a reason for it, even if the things or situation in question is not something we prefer, or makes us, I don’t know….dead.

I personally don’t think it’s going to come to that, because it’s not supported by logic, only an unsophistication of said times. There’s no more counting after Mayan calendar? Well, there’s nothing after December 31st, but every year, just – January first happens. We start counting all over again. And that’s what we’ll do when this counting “ends”.

And if it somehow really happens, hey, I’m just happy they let me know when exactly to expect the event. I live in California, so every day quakes, and the possibility of a bigger ones, or “the big one” that is suppose to wipe 80 % of celebrities of today’s times (well, if Angelina & Tom are going, then I feel instantly better), makes you aware of the silliest things – “aha, these are a very high heels I’m putting on, if it happens in next few hours, will I be able to run, escape shit falling down, will I be movable in these shoes? O fuck it, lemme wear boots. Going into the elevator, hmm, maybe I should walk cuz the “big one” can happen JUST now. Going to see the movie, parking the car in the Theater’s underground garage with a 15 tons of iron and concrete above my head – is this freaking movie worth taking a chance of getting barried underneath this shit?! It better be a good one!

When is that “big one” suppose to happen? – I ask the native Californians every chance I got. “Well, it can be tomorrow, or in a hundred years.”

Gee, thanks!

As you can tell, I really appreciate knowing when the shit’s going down. So that I can put my new gear clothes on, and sit one out. Be prepared.

If it happens.

But rather than thinking about it, I like to be positive and get informed. Mexicans are not worried about it, they say. The end of the world business is good news for them, they say. Well can you blame them? So poor, the Yucatan peninsula is expecting a 52 million visitors this year. People want to come and see the base of the ancient Mayan civilization; if they’re going down, it’s kinda badass to go down in ground zero! Well I’m just assuming that’s what’s behind their idea.

But it’s actually something else that caught my mind while researching. Mexico is planing a year long celebration to honor 2012 as a “time of renewal”. Call it a apocalypse-tourism!

A time of renewal. It’s actually brilliant. Because we people are weird animals, known to react best when there’s no more of something. We’ll handle the money best when it’s running out, we’ll study the hardest towards the end of the class/college/education, we’ll appreciate relationships most when there’re about to diminish…..and so on.

And now that we think the world and we in it might be over, even if we aren’t and nothing actually happens, but there’s a slightest chance – we will do, and react, and finish, and fight, and wonder, and change, and dare….. – because we might no longer exist in a less than a year!

Isn’t that liberating?!

And to honestly tell you, the first couple of hours of my New Year started exactly that way. It wasn’t nice and peaceful, it was dramatic and annoying and aggressive – but it made me realize, and it made me do something I never thought I will – that I’ve had it, and that I’ll ACT on having had it!

And it felt fucking great.

Time of renewal. Kicking out of your life – everything that hold you back, not thinking how you’ll do it, actually doing it! Cuz you might not exist in December.

I don’t know about you, but it makes it for a helluva interesting apocaly-year!

Let’s actually renew ourselves, AND DO SHIT.