As I am wont to do on occasions that do and do not deserve an overly-sentimental regurgitation, so here I am with you tonight, this last night of 2008. I’ve blogged more this year than any other. I passed 200 blogs, this summer I think, and now I’m nearly to 300. I had a lot to say. Let’s think about a year ago, shall we?
Well, while you were wasting time trying to remember a year ago, I was busy reading posts from last December. Amazing what happens in a year. Fucking amazing.
I mean, there’s things like moving and stuff. But really, I think back through the last year, and I think mostly of the people I lost, much more than the people I gained. In terms of net gains, I really have none. My social capital was spent, and I’m not out in search of new revenue sources.
I could’ve gone to a dance tonight. Thought about it. Thought about fifteen dollars of noisy, awkward disappointment waiting for me a mile away. I’ll dance soon enough, but not tonight. I hate New Years, anyway. This holiday has never brought me anything but social confusion and sleep deprivation. I haven’t had a girlfriend during New Years in four years, and even then we didn’t spend it together. Never spent New Years with a girlfriend. 2008 is just another one following the crowd.
How often have you really fought with yourself. I mean, like pretty much had a shouting match in your head, because you were a confusing mix of emotions and thoughts and fears and excitement and stupidity? It’s been a weird last 24 hours, I’m not going to lie to you. But, I’m also not going to tell you anything else. The craziness stays in, tonight. Correction - my craziness stays in tonight. Good luck, 2009. Don’t be a dirty son-of-a-bitch like 2008 was. Oh, last thought:
Saw this on the sidewalk in green chalk - “WAR IS A WHORE”, and immediately my mind responded, “Well, sex is a battle, so what are we all fighting about?” What are we all fighting about? Bring on the battle, and I’ll be a man-o-war. Hmmm, didn’t work like I thought it would. Forget I said anything. Done!