I completely admit, the only thing I'll be feeling on December 22nd is a sense of schadenfreude and some Christmas spirit on the side. There are a surprising number of people who still believe that the 21st will be the end of all things or perfect enlightenment and what not, but I'll just sit there and read news stories about the people who were 'shocked' that nothing happened.
"I just don't know what happened," they'll say, with the glazed look in their eye of a man who just sold all of his possessions or abandoned his home and work to go join other Doomsayers.
I'm all for people who follow their dreams and what not, but I have to say I feel amused by the dream crushing of people who WANT to see the world burst into flames and what not, because I would prefer not to get caught up in that Armageddon stuff. I have things to do still.







