I’ve been fascinated by horrible devastating events since I was able to check books out in the school library. I wanted, I suppose, to learn all about the tragic, violent things that could happen to me before they could happen. Nostradamus? OMG. In love at age 9.

So yeah. I’ve been watching. Waiting. Y2K came and went. *sigh* But now? 2012.

I am officially the bitch of the History channel. They call me once in a while to verify…

“Hello?”
“Hey Maigh, it’s The History Channel. Who’s my bitch?”
“I am! I am!”

So I get to thinking: wow. How interesting that so many friends are at a crossroads in their lives. So many of my friends are making families (via babies or friends), seeking a spiritual home, trying to live.

Is it symptomatic of our age? Is it symptomatic of what’s happening with the economy (and the societal breakdown we’re witnessing in Atlanta)? Is it symptomatic of what’s happening to the environment? Or are we all feeling something deep inside we don’t understand and can’t comprehend that compels us to change before we make ourselves extinct?

There are a good many books out there that say we’re on our way, you know. That if we don’t wake up and evolve (via whatever means it takes), we’re going to wind up imploding on ourselves.

If 2012 is the end, there are two approaches: mine and that of my friend HRH. Her attitude is along the lines of “if the world is going to end, I don’t have to worry about cancer or replacing the HVAC!” and mine is “if the world is going to end, I’m going to jam as much into it as I can”…not that it wasn’t already one of my moral imperatives.

I’m not sure I subscribe to the imploding theory, but I subscribe to this: we all need to change.

Why not? What can it hurt? We owe it to ourselves, the honor of our parents, our chillin’s (iffin’ we’re gonna pop some out) and society in general to step. it. up.

I don’t, and never really have, understood people who aren’t wired to give back. Maybe you do it financially instead of by volunteering at the Food Bank. That’s cool, you’re giving back. What I’m realizing though in this day of interwebs and tragedies and generally getting to know people better (because Melinda is a miracle worker, donchanow) is that they don’t. By and large, less than 90% of the people I know are actively involved in the community or any non-profit in a meaningful way.

Why is that?

Srsly. Step it up, folks…whether 2012 is the end of the world or not.