This is the year the world ends, right?

No!

Isn’t there some Mayan thing?

Well sure, but even that doesn’t predict the end of the world.

Oh.

Yeah it just ends a cycle. Not the end of the world just a phase of time. As if, possibly, everything changes, but it isn’t an ending.

That’s less… disaster-y.

You wanted the world to end?

Well of course not! But having a good reliable prophecy can be calming. You know what’s gonna happen.

I hate the idea of fate.

Because it’s inescapable?

Yeah, I like the idea we make our own destinies, and Mayan prophecies don’t mean a thing.

Well, they mean the Mayans had some serious time on their hands, no?

I guess.

I think fate was designed to make the unexplainable have meaning.

Well, sure, but I still don’t like it.

But you also like uncertainty!

I don’t have a problem not knowing the why of things, if that’s what you mean.

It is. And a lot of people freak out about that concept. So they came up with fate.

Well. Either way, the Mayans weren’t predicting doom.

Well that’s good, I guess.

Maybe they predicted a tiny bit of doom?

Woo! I need to put that in my calendar.

Uhm?

Maybe a ten minute reminder. Doom scheduled for that day, sorry, can’t do lunch!

Uh-huh.

Uhm, what day, exactly?

December twenty-first.

Hmm. To put up a Christmas tree or not this year, then?

You do now have the best excuse ever.

This rocks.

Unless the world does end.

That would suck. Hmm. Well, maybe just a smidge of doom to get the point across, then.

You have to parcel out the doom.

Obviously!