What is the most important thing in life?

[Helga]

Let’s imagine that the world will cease to exist in 2 weeks. How would you spend the last 2 weeks in life?

[Aion2012Dead]

Just like the previous ones, if only he stopped going to work.
I would walk, drink more than usual, try to remember everything around me.

[Gudgeon]

And how is the title related to the text?
Well, let’s say the main thing for someone is children. Before the end of the world, will he intensively take up education or conception? Meaning? Or, for example, the main thing is to leave your mark on history with your deeds. In the last 2 weeks, who needs this? Everyone will die, no one will remember Same with art, etc.
I think nothing really matters in the last two weeks. Here you either fall into religion or into revelry and debauchery. I’m for the second
P.S. I like stories where everyone is waiting for the end of the world, doing crazy things, and then it doesn’t come. And everyone is like... Oops, how can we continue to live with all this now?

[Helga]

Gudgeon, the title is related to the text, because there was in view of the fact that in the last 2 weeks, a person will turn his attention to what is of main importance in his life, place. If there are children, not in terms of upbringing, but in terms of paying more attention to them. Same with other aspects of life. What is most important is what attention will be directed to.

[career]

active rape, I think most men would do the same, in the hope of leaving their offspring, what if one of the raped women survives the catastrophe

[Gudgeon]

It seems to me that nothing much can change in 2 weeks. Well, it’s understandable that if someone messed up somewhere with their relatives, for example, you can make peace, tell everyone that it hurts in your soul, and correct your minor dirty tricks. But you won’t raise children, you won’t make discoveries in science, you won’t become another Mozart. So the energy will be directed not at the main goals in life, but at what can be somehow improved. For emotions that were not enough or for eliminating the negativity that was sown, to put the conscience in order. I think these actions will be very different from the main goals in life.

[Helga]

Gudgeon, or maybe that’s exactly what it is, The main thing. Not to become Mozart and make a discovery, but just what you wrote. , : "make peace, correct dirty tricks, put your conscience in order". Aren’t these important things?

[Aion2012Dead]

uran,
I speak only for myself - no!
I wouldn’t even stand up to a woman under duress, just like I wouldn’t stand up to a lolya.

[Gudgeon]

active rape, I think most men would do the same

Leave even more violence and grief in this world? As if there wasn’t enough of it already. According to the "conditions of the problem," it’s all over. I think rape will be carried out by those who have always given a damn about everyone, purely for the sake of their own lust. Those who were stopped only by fear of consequences. Well, that is. the majority, yes People become ossified very quickly to a terrible state if there are no consequences. I have no illusions here. There will be rape and murder and looting. And if you really think about it, the last two weeks everyone will be busy either trying to kill their neighbor and take something away, or trying to prevent themselves from being killed and taking something away.

[career]

I wouldn’t even stand up to a woman under duress, just like I wouldn’t stand up to a lolya.

what is a lolya?
and women wouldn’t be much objected on the eve of the apocalypse

[Gudgeon]

Helga, I don’t argue that they are important. But as a rule, not in the context of the whole life, but in the context of the last days. So what is stopping people from doing this now? Resentment, perseverance, attempts to prove something to others. The reasons will be removed, it will be easier to fix.

[Beluga]

I would go to nature in a quiet place near the water with my family, fry meat there, eat it with bread, drink wine. I would tell my family that I love them, I would thank them for everything, I would ask for forgiveness for the voluntary and involuntary offenses that hurt them, I would forgive them. Then on the last day I would wash my face, change into clean underwear, and sit by the fire and look at this beautiful world, at its last moments.

[career]

Those who were stopped only by the fear of consequences. Well, that is. the majority

everything is correct - we are animals!

[Helga]

I would go to nature in a quiet place near the water with my family, fry meat there, eat it with bread, drink wine. I would tell my family that I love them, I would thank them for everything, I would ask for forgiveness for the aol and I would forgive them the involuntary insults I inflicted on them. Then on the last day I would wash my face, change into clean underwear, and sit by the fire and look at this beautiful world, at its last moments.

Wonderful plans!

[Aion2012Dead]

uran,
Women are people too , and no one would want to be raped.
Imagine for yourself that aggressive gay jocks decided to have a real blast and chose you as their target.
Some may like it. But not everyone.
Lolis are girls of childhood and adolescence.

[Gudgeon]

Belukha, I think in reality it would be very difficult to implement .
Due to complete lawlessness, everyone would only be busy trying not to be killed earlier than two weeks. The nature of kebabs and wine is good until, for example, some idiots roll up with guns and overpower everyone to take away the wine and kebabs, rape women (or men) or simply kill everyone for fun
I think the reality would be like this. Get down and dig in, and then if you succeed... wine, love and philosophy

[Beluga]

Belukha, I think in reality it was would be very difficult to implement.
Due to complete lawlessness, everyone would only be engaged in trying not to be killed earlier than two weeks. The nature of kebabs and wine is good until, for example, some idiots roll up with guns and overpower everyone to take away the wine and kebabs, rape the women, or simply kill everyone for fun :lol:
I think the reality would be like this. Get down and dig in, and then if you succeed... wine, love and philosophy

yes, but the situation is the same as a spherical one horse in a vacuum, so I adapt to it.

And yes, precisely thanks to those who want to rape and kill, I would have fewer regrets that there will be no peace.

[career]

Women are the same people, and no one would want to be raped.

maybe yes, maybe no..

Imagine for yourself that aggressive The gay jocks decided to have a blast and chose you as their target.

it’s sad, the strong do what they want

Women are the same people, and no one would want to be raped.
Lolies are girls of childhood and teenage age.

thanks for the information

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I’m waiting for someone to write an option - prayers and repentance

[Helga]

Helga, I don’t argue that they are important. But as a rule, not in the context of the whole life, but in the context of the last days. So what is stopping people from doing this now? Resentment, perseverance, attempts to prove something to others. The reasons will be removed, it will be easier to establish.

I understand what you are talking about. For me, it’s these little things that are more important than the plan to become Mozart. It is more important, every day, if you have the chance, to do small good deeds, ask for forgiveness if you have offended. It’s these little things that make up life. And in the end, this is also important, especially at the end.

It’s just that you look more globally, but for me, rather, attention to small details is the main thing in life. )

[Gudgeon]

Helga, women live by emotions, and men live by Napoleonic plans We are different! (But not much)

[Aion2012Dead]

uran,
Loli are girls , immature, or minors!
Is it possible for some creatures to mock them?
Is it the end of the world?
Everything is permitted?
It is better to die as an honest man than as a scum.
Touching a lol without their consent is disgusting!

[Beluga]

And the main thing is to be and remain human, even if you find yourself in a gas chamber, knowing for sure that there is no way out.

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I’m waiting for someone to write an option - prayers and repentance

why not, if a person does he believe?

[career]

why not if a person believes?

because everyone wants to rape, not pray

[Helga]

And the main thing is to be and remain human, even if you find yourself in a gas chamber, knowing for sure that there is no way out.

By the way, yes. History shows us how differently people behave in the face of death.

[Beluga]

why not if a person believes?

because everyone wants to rape, not pray

I don’t want to rape

[career]

I don’t want to rape

If you don’t want to, they will want you!

[Aion2012Dead]

why not if a person believes?

because everyone wants to rape, not pray

Are there no other options?
I don’t want to pray and I won’t! This is nonsense.
But there is no desire to rape either. There is no pleasure in this.
If it were otherwise, I would have raped my younger sister all over the place a long time ago.

[◊_NeBo[_Na_]LaDoNi_◊]

Sell ​​your apartment, add all your savings and go on a trip with your children... see as many wonders in the world as possible, take a breath of freedom.

[career]

If it were otherwise, I would have raped my younger sister in all places a long time ago.

here I don’t understand.. you don’t want to rape, but sexual desires are addressed to sisters arise, i.e. does physiology require?

[Beluga]

And the main thing is to be and remain human, even if you find yourself in a gas chamber, knowing for sure that there is no way out.

By the way, yes. History shows us how differently people behave in the face of death.

When the sirens had not yet howled in the city, I already knew everything.
n
I knew because there were a lot of “because” people around me. The touch of a cold wind on an open neck, as if someone dead had touched it with icy fingers. The creaking of tram wheels at the junction of rails, the cry of a crow in the darkening sky. The pulse of the burning windows... fading, ragged.

The last one.

I got off the tram, walked to the embankment and sat down on the first bench I came across. He lit a cigarette and closed his eyes, feeling the hairs on his arms stand on end, as if turning into small sharp needles.

The sirens split the evening in two - the time “Before” and the time “After”, which remained so not enough.

Fourteen minutes.

They will be enough for a lot, if, of course, you are not greedy. Spend one minute at a time. Closing my eyes, I sat and listened to how the world around me was rapidly shrinking. He was already dead, but he didn’t understand it yet. And only with individual sparks in it, as in a cooled fire, did those who were in no hurry shine.

14 minutes.

— Atomic alarm! - the eternally silent speakers roared from the lampposts.
- Atomic alarm! This is not a drill! Attention! Take shelter in the nearest shelters immediately!

He flinched because he was just standing under the bullhorn. He looked around in confusion, using an unnecessary movement to shield the bouquet from the wind. And then I saw her - she was running from the bus stop, stumbling, flapping her purse. Without taking your eyes off his face. He watched her, and all the other passers-by seemed like angular cardboard silhouettes covered in ash.

- Lord... How is it now? - she said, grabbing his hand.
- Take the flowers,- he said.
- Are you crazy? Which flowers? - she shouted.
“Take it,” he said, “and let’s move away, otherwise they will trample.” Let’s go into the alley and take a walk. We’ll just have time to reach our favorite tree.

She suddenly calmed down.

—Do you promise?
—Of course,” he smiled, feeling how everything inside was freezing with fear.

13 minutes.

He shot three times and saw the director slump in his chair, twitching like a broken doll and splashing blood with a hiss like a siphon.

— “Nothing personal,” he muttered under his breath, “just business.”

Took aim at the secretary , who was standing at the office door on weak legs, but changed his mind. Approaching closer, the killer carefully pulled out a leather folder from under her arm.

“Run,” he advised softly. He immediately noticed that he had accidentally stained the leg of his black jeans with dust and patted it with his palm.
—Run, really. “Maybe you’ll have time,” he advised again and left.

12 minutes.

The old man sat motionless and looked at the chessboard, where his black king was huddled into the corner under the protection of the last figures. His opponent, if one could call his old chess partner that way, had just leaned back, wheezed and fell off the folding stool, his hands clawing at his jacket in front of his heart. They met here, on Strastnoy Boulevard, every Friday for thirty years. Good timing.

The old man looked around. Somewhere you could hear horns, the clinking of glass and the grinding of breaking cars. He followed the strange couple with his eyes - a man with a sharp, thin face and his companion, who was clutching a bouquet of flowers. The man hugged the girl by the shoulders. Their glances slid over the old man without noticing.

He looked at the board, then, coughing, extended his thin hand and with cold fingers carefully laid the king on the black square.
11 minutes.

- I wonder if I leave now without paying, will you arrest me? “Sergei twirled the gold signet in his fingers, then looked at the saleswoman behind the window of the jewelry store. She didn’t hear him: she stood with a white face, and with shaking hands endlessly straightened and straightened the pendant on her neck.

- Mom, ma-a-a-ma, that’s enough, that’s enough! — the second girl screamed in the corner, but the sirens drowned out her voice. The guard looked at Sergei blankly, then suddenly jumped up, ran up to the screaming saleswoman and hit her twice hard in the face.

— Shut up!
— Not good, fellow countryman “,” Sergei told him loudly, smiling. He put the signet on his finger and put his hand into the pocket of his expensive coat.
—What? - the guard yelled, moving towards him. Sergei saw drops of sweat on his forehead and looked at them for a second, thinking that the signet sat on his finger as it should - it did not pinch or dangle. Then he took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guard in the face.

10 minutes.

They were sitting on a stopped tram and passing a bottle of cognac to each other.
“It turned out bad,” said Andrey. He tried to smile, but his lower jaw was jumping, and his face turned white with every sip - he didn’t want to die like that.
- Maybe it was training after all? - Dimka objected, but immediately stopped short.
- It’s a pity that we didn’t get to Pashka. Everyone has just gathered with him now. Birthday, a column of smoke, probably...
— Do you think it would be easier?

Andrey thought.

— No, - he said. - It’s not easier. Okay, let’s take another sip. Have a snack, we won’t deliver the cake anyway.

He looked out the window.

- Look, people live.

At an intersection, a tall man in a coat was shooting at a black jeep. Each time he aimed carefully and for a long time - it seemed that he really wanted to knock down the antenna with a shot, but he just couldn’t do it. Having fired the cartridges, he waved his hand and leaned his elbows on the hood.

“We’ve arrived,” Dimka grinned. He took a sip of cognac and winced.

9 minutes.

- I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time... - he finished clicking the remote control from one channel hissing on a blank screen on the other and left the TV alone.
—What? — she responded sluggishly.
“I never loved you.” They should have drowned you back then in Crimea. They would have thought it was an accident.
— Bastard! - She hit him on the cheek. Taking his hand, he sharply twisted it. When his wife screamed and bent over in pain, he drove her to the open balcony, arching his elbow more.
— Don’t! - She tried to cling to the door frame with her long nails. The nail broke and remained sticking out in the crack.

He threw her off the balcony, barely holding on to the railing himself. I watched as the body plopped onto the asphalt, but there was no sound, the sirens were blocking everything.

I lit a cigarette. I haven’t felt the taste of cigarette smoke for ten years, because my wife wanted it that way. He exhaled and took a deep breath.

8 minutes.

People were running down the street in different directions, in all directions. They bumped into each other, fell, screamed and cursed. Only one beggar sat quietly by the fence, wrapped in a tattered cloak. The hat, in which some small change was jingling, had long been kicked to the other side of the sidewalk, but he was in no hurry to get it. He froze, shuddering, and lowered his unkempt head.

“On you,” someone threw a pistol with the bolt pulled back into the beggar’s lap, “I am kind today.” There seems to be one cartridge still left there. You’ll figure it out yourself.

The beggar didn’t raise his head, his eyes squinted along his legs in black jeans, a smear of dust on his trouser leg. He threw the pistol onto the asphalt and howled quietly, swaying from side to side. Nearby, glancing cautiously with a brilliant gaze, a dove landed and pecked at some crumb.

7 minutes.

In the cinema someone was killed, the crowd kicked a body tossing and turning underfoot, moving its broken face across the floor.

- Don’t look, - he gently took her chin, turned her towards him, kissed her on the lips.
- “I’m not even looking,” she bravely shrugged her shoulders, although it was clear that she was scared.
“I won’t leave you,” he said quietly.
“What?” - the girl didn’t hear, covered her ears, screamed loudly:
- How tired of these sirens! I can’t hear you at all!
— And don’t listen! - he shouted back. - I still won’t let you go!
- Really?
- Of course!

A few seconds later they were shot by a beggar overgrown with dirty stubble, from whom It turned out to be a pistol. There were only two cartridges in the clip, and the beggar didn’t have enough to shoot himself.

— Creatures! May you die! - he shouted for a long time, but no one listened to him, only two guys in an empty tram nearby were eating cake with their hands.

6 minutes.

— “You did everything so quickly,” he said, “thank you, Masha... And these sirens are almost inaudible.
- Keep quiet,” the tall woman sternly ordered the man in the bed, “you can’t talk.”
n—Now what’s the point? - He laughed hoarsely and coughed. - You are wonderful, Masha. So will we listen to the doctors?

She carefully tucked the blanket in for him and sat down next to him, looking at the sharp profile in the twilight of the room.

— Masha, - he stirred the words, raised his head, - read something?
- Do you want Brodsky? - she asked without moving.
- Very much.

She didn’t need to reach for the book and turn on the light. Barely moving her lips, almost silently, she began:
- It’s not that I’m going crazy, but I’m tired over the summer.
You reach into the chest of drawers for a shirt, and the day is lost.
nHurry up, perhaps, winter would come and take it all away - cities, people, but first of all, greenery...

5 minutes.

— Mom , how long do we have to sit here? - a child’s voice asked from the depths of the silently breathing carriage.
- Quiet. “We’ll sit as long as they say,” the woman hissed. And again everyone fell silent, only the crowd was breathing - like one mortally wounded person.
- Shall we go out onto the platform? - the driver asked his replacement.
- Why? At least the cabin isn’t cramped. And now there is complete hysteria, especially when the escalators are turned off.

The driver listened.

“It seems quiet,” he shrugged.
— That’s it for now. Just wait a little longer.
— But soon it won’t matter, you know. We’re on the roundabout. Everything will fail here.
— That’s for sure.

Without saying a word, they both lit a cigarette.

— I feel like a pilot,— said the shift worker. “It’s like a plane is crashing, and there’s only a little bit left.” Just for a smoke.
“A plane, a subway—the same thing, only without wings,” the driver tried to joke.

Both laughed sadly. Then the shift worker flicked the switch and the train’s headlights went out.

4 minutes.

Around the corner someone was playing a guitar, a discordant choir was diligently drawing out the words of a song . Sasha climbed the dark stairs to the top floor of the house. At first it seemed to him that there was no one on the landing, but then he heard a quiet cry at the door, upholstered in red leatherette.

- Well? Why are you crying? “Sasha squatted down in front of a little girl in a red jumpsuit.
“ Scary...” she said, looking at him with gray eyes. - Mom doesn’t open the door for me. He and dad argued a lot, and then fell silent, I heard through the door.
“They fell silent - that’s bad,” Sasha said seriously. - Listen, do you want to go to the roof? From above you can see everything far, far away.
“You can’t go on the roof,” the girl shook her head, hiding her sobbing face in her hands. Sasha carefully moved his palms away from his face and winked with his gray eye.
— Today you can. I’m not someone else’s guy, but your neighbor downstairs. That’s fair, honest. Let’s go and see for yourself.

Rattling with sheets of iron, they climbed to the very top of the roof. Sasha held the girl’s hand tightly.

- Yeah. Here we are,” he looked around, then took off his cloak and laid it right on the rusty tin, “sit down.” Is it clearly visible?
- Yes, - the girl, without looking up, looked at the sky.
- Well, that’s great. We’ll sit, and then mom and dad will return...

Sasha stretched out next to him, putting his hands behind his head, and also began to look at the clouds, wondering to himself whether he would have time or not to notice the rocket.

3 minutes.

The city fell silent. I sat on the bench, still not opening my eyes, feeling how people were huddling deeper into the cracks to hide, although hiding was useless. Those lucky enough to survive were far from here. But I didn’t count, I didn’t even cast a shadow, sitting under the dimming lantern.

2 minutes.

The wind stopped blowing. Time was compressed, rapidly curled into a ball, because millions of people were now thinking about only one thing - how to slow down these minutes. It never happens what everyone wants. Unhurried and hasty, they were on equal terms, although the former had a few extra moments left.

A minute.

It was as if someone had drawn in the sky white stripe. It kept getting longer, and a hot point shone ahead, like a meteorite that was about to fall, leaving behind just a small crater. “Little one! - I begged without opening my lips. - Please! Little one! And then everyone would come back, go out, clean up the garbage, and become the way they were before again!”

There was silence in the world, and I realized that no one was listening to me. Soon this city will turn into a glass bubble, frozen, forever fused into the crust of the earth.

And me? After all, I will stay?
I will stay?
But what will I say?
And where will I go, spreading my charred wings, covered with dead glass.

Author unknown

[Alexander70]

The most important thing in life is SEX.

[Beluga]

The main thing in life is SEX.

and after you finish, life collapses

[Aion2012Dead]

If it were otherwise, I would have raped my younger sister in all places long ago.

I don’t understand here... you don’t want to rape, but sexual desires towards the sister arise, i.e. does physiology require?

They arise from puberty, for the last 15 years.
And if I fucked her stupidly, I wouldn’t get any pleasure.
The pleasure is that she herself wants to be fucked by me.
And without her desire to be fucked, there is no pleasure for me. LOL!

[career]

And if I fucked her stupidly, I wouldn’t get any pleasure.

again, I didn’t understand, i.e. do you restrain your desires, or do you simply not have them?

[Aion2012Dead]

uran,
Well, from mine I couldn’t get my point across in the last comment, so I won’t try any further.
It’s not me who speaks poorly, it’s someone who has trouble understanding.
Nothing, it happens.

[Helga]

Those who were stopped only by the fear of consequences. Well, that is. the majority

everything is correct - we are animals!

Of course, some people will indeed choose murders and violence. But that’s not all? Although, most likely, you are right and there will be chaos.

[career]

Well, since my last comment I couldn’t get my point across, then I won’t try any further.
It’s not me who speaks badly, it’s someone who has trouble understanding.

maybe it’s worth trying and explaining to those who don’t understand you, because I’ve simplified the question as much as possible?

[Gudgeon]

◊_NeBo[_Na_]LaDoNi_◊, I even thought , they say, I’ll sell everything except the car, I’ll stock up and go on a trip. And then the thought, WHO will I sell it to? Who needs paper candy wrappers before the end of the world? Well, there will be some demand (from those who hope for a miracle and make money after it). But in general, everyone will try to sell... For pennies.

[Tomato]

I would spend it arguing with myself:
Fulfill your most dirty fantasies or go take communion....

P.S. For some reason it twists up some link to "dirty fantasies" and doesn’t delete it, I’m not involved

[Aion2012Dead]

Well, since my last comment I couldn’t get my point across, then I won’t try any further.
It’s not me who speaks badly, it’s someone who has trouble understanding.

maybe it’s worth trying and explaining to those who don’t understand you, because I simplified the question as much as possible?

A I gave the answer as simple as possible.

[Helga]

I would spend it arguing with myself:
Fulfill my most dirty fantasies or go take communion....

P.S. For some reason it adds some link to "dirty fantasies" and doesn’t delete it, I’m not in the business

Yes, that happens with some words. They are made as a link to somewhere. Everything is fine.)

[The passage]

Let’s imagine that the world will cease to exist in 2 weeks. How would you spend the last 2 weeks of your life?

I wouldn’t change anything. I would also go to work, treat patients, go to the pool three times a week, in the evenings I would communicate with my children as usual, call my friend, my parents, and visit them on weekends. I would still read two books in two weeks.

[Gudgeon]

P.S. For some reason it twists some link

It can be easily removed by editing the message, erasing the code and that’s it. But forget it, everyone is used to it, everyone sometimes attaches links.

[◊_NeBo[_Na_]LaDoNi_◊]

◊_NeBo[_Na_]LaDoNi_◊ , I even thought, I’ll sell everything except the car, I’ll stock up and go on a trip. And then the thought, WHO will I sell it to? Who needs paper candy wrappers before the end of the world? Well, there will be some demand (from those who hope for a miracle and make money after it). But in general, everyone will try to sell... For pennies.

well, let’s say only you know this secret, as in "The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy")) where the Vaughans blew up the Earth, because in its place they were supposed to build some kind of high-speed space highway) although the heroes in this film tried to warn someone, but no one believed it.. I think if it was in reality, then too no one would believe it.

[Gudgeon]

◊_NeBo[_Na_]LaDoNi_◊, great film! One of my favorites!

[◊_NeBo[_Na_]LaDoNi_◊]

◊_NeBo[_Na_]LaDoNi_◊ , a great movie! One of my favorites!

I agree, the film is one of the best))

[Tomato]

Gudgeon, I tried, it still screws(

[Gudgeon]

Tomato,
dirtiest fantasies

Did it. See below screenshot of what to delete.

Полюбуйтесь на красоту-1111.jpg

Or forget it, no one cares, everyone is used to it and understands.

[Womanslave]

I would start fucking everyone I saw and wanted to. I would start with my mother-in-law. I would fuck him as hard as possible: in the mouth, in the ass, and in the pussy. And he would end up in everyone: it’s not scary anyway: in 2 weeks everyone will be fucked. And if their fuckers got their horns wet, I would just fuck them. A week earlier, a week later - what difference does it make to them? I would try drugs, steal any car I liked. Stupidly punched the owner, sat down and drove off. Yes, there is a lot that could be done... I’m afraid that in 2 weeks you may not be able to do everything.

[The passage]

I would start fucking everyone I saw and wanted to. I would start with my mother-in-law. I would fuck him as hard as possible: in the mouth, in the ass, and in the pussy. And he would end up in everyone: it’s not scary anyway: in 2 weeks everyone will be fucked. And if their fuckers got their horns wet, I would just fuck them. A week earlier, a week later - what difference does it make to them? I would try drugs, steal any car I liked. Stupidly punched the owner, sat down and drove off. Yes, there’s a lot that could be done... I’m afraid that in 2 weeks you might not be able to do everything.

))) Ahah, with such behavior you would have spent the remaining time in a cell - this is in the best case, and what is more likely, you simply would not have lived to see the end of the world; your end would have come in the first of the two weeks allotted to the whole world.