Yes, you read that right. I'm going to die, and so will you. In fact everyone will expire come that year.
Why? you may be asking.
Is there a set of nuclear bombs hidden all over the world that will explode in a chain reaction?
I wish.
Will aliens from Jupiter attack and kill everyone?
No.
According to reports, there's a huge meteor called Nibiru headed straight for Earth, and on 12th Jan, it was been confirmed that it will hit on 2012.
And Nibby is big. Real fucking big. And if it hits Earth, let's just say that things won't be good, to put it mildly.
I read in one of my science textbooks some time back when I was still in school that if a large enough meteroid hit the Earth, the very air we breathe would be blasted off the planet because of the force of the impact.
So, you can guess the impact of what I'm telling you here.
When I first heard about Nibiru, I just brushed it off until I fully grasped what it meant. Then my imagination took over and began to weave wild and frightening fantasies of a speck in the sky, which appears slowly at first, then rapidly increases in size till it becomes a fireball which consumes the entire sky. The last thing we would feel is the intense heat searing our flesh, and we would be dead before we were crushed by Nibby.
If you weren't crushed, then there would be a fierce wind, the likes has never been before experienced, not even in the most powerful and destructive hurricane or tornado, whipping up dust from all over the world, blacking out the sun, flying down the throats of all who are trying to breathe, choking them to death. Then, even that foul deadly air is whisked off into space, leaving all those who were not crushed or choked by the dust nothing to breathe at all. But the rest of us would not slowly gasp and choke to death, because the extreme temperatures of Space(there'd be no more atmosphere to protect us from it, since it got blasted off into space) would turn everyone into icicles quicker than you can say knack jife(That word remind you of anything?). Oh, and by the way, did I mention that the fierce wind would also rip all the buildings there are on this Earth out of the ground regardless of how firm the foundation is and hurl them into space, along with plenty of people?
Everytime I look in the sky, I thought about it, and I even dreamt about it once.
I could be wrong, this could all be a huge hoax. In a small recess of my mind, I'm hoping so, because if this is true, then we are in BIG TROUBLE.
We only have 3.5 years left to live, to do what we should and want to do.
But that may not be the way we'd all die. Nibiru might knock the Earth into the Sun and--you know the rest.
When I think about that, nothing seems so important. The global economic crisis is only going to last 3 years.
Hamas, Al-Queda, Abu Sayyaf, and LRA are only going to be around for 3 more years.
People who are starving all over the world?
Only for three more years.
Orphans? Not for much longer.
All those annoying messed-up celebrities?
They only got three more years to blow up.
Fuck. I'll never get big on NG, I'll never become famous and have lots of fans, and worst of all, I'll die a virgin.
Right now, I'm beginning to think that the guys getting killed in Gaza, or for that matter all over the world, whatever the cause - are to be envied. They won't have to face Nibiru.
So, that leaves me with another question.
What am I going to do with the time I have left? When confronted with inevitable and irrevocable death, nothing seems worthwhile.
A few days I was busy wondering what my purpose in life was. Well, now I don't have to look for it anymore, because I don't have one.
I guess in the some words of the lyrics of Goldfinger's song Superman, I'll "do everything I can, holdin' on to what I am, pretending I'm a superman." Or superwerewolf, in my case.
I might as well buy and play all the GameCube games I want, make the best Flashes I can, make some rap songs, do everything I want and get all the material stuff I want, tell all the people important people in my life that I love them, say hi to all the people I would like to meet, and more.
Very gloomy picture I've painted here, mmm? I know.
So, like the title of R.E.M.'s song "It's the End of the World As We Know It."
Peace out.