Three hours in the Netherlands till 21.12.12, aka the end of the world. In Georgia it must have started already 3 minutes ago. Checking Facebook. No signs of the apocalypses whatsoever in my homecountry. At least, according to Facebook. If something had gone wrong, or right (the latter is highly improbably in case of Georgia anyway), Facebook would be the best place go to be the first to know (sorry CNN).
00.08 in Tbilisi. Georgian President’s latest speech is trending. And the recent arrest of some of the former Georgian authorities. And the upcoming elections of the head of the Georgian Public Broadcaster. A lot going on. Honestly, I am a bit frustrated. I expected at least some witty statuses on social networks regarding the so much anticipated date. The End of the World event on Facebook created a couple of years ago, when the news about the infamous Mayan calendar broke, is silent. Boring.
Let’s just make up stuff. Frankly, from the safety of my own bedroom (sipping soy milk from the wine glass and warming my feet against the heater), the end of the world sounds like an interesting event to witness. As I imagine, in a matter of seconds nothing would really matter to me: no efforts to be made any more, no more deadlines, no more worries on what the future holds, no more responsibilities, no lies, no more wars around, no hatred, no drama, no starvation, no climate change, no genetic engineering debates …etc.
But there are downsides too. What about all the regrets? Hell, I have lots of them. Lots of things I did not do and I should have done, and lots of things I did and shouldn’t have. The latter are far less than the former, fortunately or unfortunately.
I regret not visiting my grandfather before leaving for Amsterdam, just because I took up yet another job to do just before leaving and I ‘simply had no time’. Scr*w all jobs in the world.
I regret not writing to so many of my friends and relatives that I miss, but still never find time to ask how they are doing.
I regret letting stereotypes and the public opinion influence some of my decisions. The crucial ones.
I regret having judged many people when I was younger. At least I don’t do that any more.
I regret having let others take advantage of me. I won’t let it happen any more.
And there is still so much to do: host my little sister in Amsterdam for Christmas (her name is Maya, btw!), learn swimming, start working out, stop complaining a lot, travel to Argentina, learn baking a proper Khachapuri and a lasagna, work for a charity, defeat the fear of flight, stop googling each and every symptom and illness, laugh more and cry less, work less and play more… Getting cheesy!
What would I do if I knew the world is going to end tonight? Eat the panettone that I’m trying not to eat until the Christmas night!
That’s all from me now.