Jerking off to 2012.

The world’s supposed to end in 2012. As terrified as everyone is about this, it’s funny that the apocalypse has always been a subliminal fantasy of man. Since the beginning of time, people have claimed the world is going to end within their lifetime, not because there was any proof of this, but because they were hoping that the world would end within their lifetime.

Of course, it didn’t. The world kept turning with all their corpses in the soil and they never lived to see an iPod. Then we were born, we bought Macbooks, and started blogging about how the world won’t go on after our bodies have hit the floor (shoutout to Drowning Pool).

When people recognize their mortality, the thought of a world that continues without them is heartbreaking. It’s like going to a party and having to leave - you subtly hope that everyone else will have to leave at the same time. Nobody wants to know that the party got super-hyphy right after they left and stayed that way for hours. Mankind wants the world to die with them. But it won’t (not to discredit the threat of global warming. The world will go to shit if we don’t help the environment - it’s just not going to explode in an apocalyptic mess.)

With that said, if you’re going to walk around preaching “facts” about why the world is going to die in 2012, keep in mind that deep down inside, you want it to.