Commentary: End of the world?

December 20, 2012|By Lisa Hamilton

In preparing for the end of the world, December 21, according to the Mayan calendar, I was torn between celebrating the Christmas season and relishing my last God-given days on Earth. What to do? If I only have hours left until the stroke of midnight, why am I refusing fudge and fruit cake? Yet, if we all survive, at the rate I am devouring See's Candies, I won't be able to fit in my New Year's Eve dress. What a confusing dilemma. And though we have all heard of the doomsday prophecy — the winter solstice aligning with the Milky Way, signifying the catastrophic end documented by the Mayan calendar — what if the calendar ended, not because of anything of real importance, but rather, perhaps, simply negligence?

Maybe there was a conversation between the now infamous Mayan date-keepers that went like this:

"George, did you ever finish that calendar?"


"Naaah, I ran out of paper. Besides, we have enough in the archive. Let Fred finish it on his shift."

And perhaps Fred simply called in sick the next day.

Did anyone ever think of that? That maybe it was a mere incident of millennium mishap? After all, the Mayan calendars began some 3,000 years B.C.

With all this in mind, and the possibility of this being the last day of my life, it made Christmas shopping a bit strained. I thought, if I spend all this money and no one is here to unwrap my presents, wouldn't that just be irresponsible? Yet, if I come empty-handed to a family gathering, how embarrassing!

I was in a quandary, so I came up with the perfect solution: I decided to buy presents, yet not spend as much as I usually would in case the world does come to an end. That way I'll still have the security of having presents in hand in case it doesn't.

Living life with indecision — what a confusing state. Not making a decision either way seemed to yield a life of mediocrity. Opened to all possibilities, yet committed to none.

Maybe my problem was bigger than whether or not to eat See's Candies, or how to spend my last day on Earth, or if I survived, how I would fit in my New Year's Eve dress.

My problem was vacillating between two different roads to take and being stuck right in the middle, like a fork in the road that requires you to choose.

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