I refuse.
I simply have way too many things to do. For example, before the apocalypse happens and we all die a fiery, shaky, tornado-y death, I first must die happy, content, and famous at the age of ninety. Also, rich. Did I mention rich? I mean, I never even got to go to a Lady Gaga concert, not to mention I never got to listen to ARTPOP! What kind of life is that? No, the apocalypse will simply have to wait.
Most importantly, I did not buy any alcohol, so I cannot spend my last hours upon the earth, covered in darkness and blitzed out of my goddamn mind. I was also unable to finish watching Doctor Who, so I will never know what will happen, and that's only the NEW version; I didn't even get to start Classic Who! Plus, Suits left me at a cliffhanger, and have I mentioned I'm not rich yet???? 'Cause I'm not.
I am simply not mentally prepared for this world ending, because NO.
Plus, how is it even going to work? Like, is it going by time zone? Because New York's still there? At least last time I checked.
I DON'T HAVE ANY CANDLES OH MY GOD
{Also, no alcohol.}
So, effectively, I am putting an end to this apocalypse because I simply have too much to do, to much to see, and way too many people to insult/make cry. Not to mention I have not yet published my first novel and the world had not yet my literary genius. {e.g. the world is not ready for it.}
I choose to believe in the original interpretation of the end of the Mayan calendar and how it shall be a conscious change within the hearts of humanity. Also, I will spend these last ten minutes to midnight eating pringles, having a philosophical debate with my best friend and planning exactly what I am going to do tomorrow.