Life isn't short. Life is amazingly, and probably unnecessarily, long. What you get from your 70 years is more likely than not a big pile of regrets over all the mistakes you've made. Let's face it: people like to make mistakes. And when they have 70 years to do it, they're going to make a lot of mistakes.
I guess it's easier to swallow our misery when we do it a year at a time. By dividing our lives into little segments we make things a little bit less pointless. If we can make this year better than the last, we can judge ourselves as improving and not just floating along on some fatalistic tidal wave. And it always seems like each year is worse than the previous, so the idea that the next year could be better serves as a much needed ray of light for people who think like that.
I, however, couldn't give less of a shit. So it's a new year. So the earth revolved around the sun again. Big deal. It changes absolutely nothing and, in the scheme of things, is just going to be like any other year. The only thing it's good for is as a marker in time for all the things I could have done but didn't because I was too busy being reserved and having no confidence in myself.
Oh well. Life goes on, albeit very slowly and without event or consequence.
So happy new year, everyone.
I'm not ready to work full-time. I feel much better having all this free time. Even at the expense of abandoning my cousin. I'm selfish.
Of course I'm selfish. No one is anything but selfish. I hope you've realized that by now.
I think I'm getting sick. This is only bad for two reasons:
- throat hurts
- I don't get to miss work since I work at home. I anticipate that will be fun.
Yay.
When did everyone become optimistic? I'm so lonely.
I've eaten more tuna in the last two days than I have in the previous 18.9 years.
I need to go to the store.
The most fatal sexually transmitted disease is life.