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

[sacwentie.livejournal.com]

Inspired by you, I stayed in my room reading and sleeping and avoided the party my roommate was having upstairs, which I was supposed to attend. If he's mad, I'm referring him to you.

[snurri.livejournal.com]

Whereas I went and had dinner with your sister and her family, thereby possibly making myself a hypocrite. :-P

[haddayr.livejournal.com]

A crabby, curmudgeonly hypocrite, I might add, you crabby LJ poster, you!

Just for this post I'm not putting up the long, exhaustively detailed and brilliantly self-reflective post I'd planned to, describing the emotional highs and low of both this past year as well as the decade.

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY