It's the End of the World As We Know It and I Feel Meh.

I’m not worried about getting Swine Flu; I’m never included in anything “of the moment” with a large group of people. I wasn’t downtown for 9/11, I wasn’t caught in the compound at Waco. And if I was in a war I would never get the glory of dying in battle - my luck would be dying of diptheria at Pearl Harbor on Dec 6, 1941, or getting mauled by a runaway horse the day AFTER Cornwallis surrendered at Yorktown. I could prolly swallow an entire sneeze of someone who has Swine Flu, and then get hit by a bus. Maybe I'm just a bad joiner? Hmm. - XMASTIME

I'd honestly have no problem if the world really ended tomorrow; I don't mind dying, I mind missing out on something.  I just know that the day after I die, Jennifer Aniston shows up at my door with a bucket of Bojangles chicken and some rubbers.