End of the world

I’m hesitant to admit this, but I’m scared about the prediction that the world will end in December this year. I know it’s silly to believe it and I actually know it won’t happen. But you can’t just not think about it! I know it isn’t only me who has this little ‘what if’ voice inside their head. You think about what you would have achieved by then and of all the things you wouldn’t have been able to achieve. You think about all the things you still wanted to see in life. I’m second year at varsity know, if the world is really coming to an end, I haven’t really had all that much time to live. And I really can’t help but to think about where I will be that supposed last night or with whom I’ll be with.  It’s scary thoughts and I easily get myself worried about it! It doesn’t matter that I tell myself that it is complete nonsense and that no one knows when the world will come to an end. I don’t listen to myself. The thing is, I know there have been previous predictions and none of them came true. But not so many people talked about and went on about those as they are now doing with the Mayan prediction. The hype is just so big.

The day after it didn’t come true, I will just laugh about it with everyone and make jokes about the epic fail of the apocalypse or whatever you want to call it. However, I will secretly be relieved that I am still on earth! That I lived to see another day. Oh how I wish I wasn’t so full of doubt. If only there was a How to not worry about the end of world predictions book. Okay, there probably is one. Or at least an article about it somewhere on the internet. I will go and see. And I will read it if I find it. You can count on that.