This Is the Year That Was, That Was the Year That Is

[snurri]

This is why I hate New Year's: because it kind of feels like someone is standing at my elbow waiting to collect the last twelve months, glancing at their watch and tapping their foot, and I'm sitting here thinking "Hey! I'm still working on this, you fucker!" This is my life we're talking about, and I don't believe in stages or other arbitrary divisions--those are the constructs of fiction. I don't believe in clean slates and I don't believe we can just put things behind us. 2009 sucked in many respects, but that doesn't all go away at the stroke of midnight; it's just a tick on an arbitrarily set clock. Taking stock is all very well, I suppose, but I don't need a calendar to tell me that I'm not where I want to be.

So anyway; happy new calendar day, you jokers.

Comments

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Yes. On the one hand, I keep thinking, "Get me out of this year so we can stop hemorrhaging relatives!" On the other hand, I know that the turn of the year will not magically make my elderly relatives young again (or fix the vertigo or any of a number of other things). Wheee.

[snurri.livejournal.com]

I wish there was a holiday like that.