That Time of the Year
it's coming to the end of the year and we all know what that means... it means that we'll be running around for the next month or so trying to do what we promised ourselves we'd do last year... it means an additional 5 minutes to your wrinkle-detection session in the bathroom while your partner (on the other side of the door, of course) is yelling that he's late for work for the five-hundreth time... it means that we've gotten older and, yet, none the wiser (another thing to add to your list of "to-dos")... it means that we have to come up with yet another string of new-year's resolutions to be tucked away for the next 364 days (and spend that last day trying to fulfill it).
maybe we should all try a different perspective on the new year's this time around. maybe instead of being a borderline-extreme pessimist, i'll just try and be a reasonably level-headed pessimist. i really don't like the new year's.... on new year's eve i tend to reflect on the sour events and embarrassing moments of the past year, so i don't forget that i'm supposed to have learnt something of value and take it with me to the next round of days, weeks and months. i'd rather not do that this time. i'd rather just say, "bygones" (fishiscm - ally mcbeal) and actually mean it. que sera sera, no?
it's not that i wasted my time pondering on the past, it's just that i'm tired of the past. the past haunts, the future is much more amiable since there's still time to change it. why allow yourself to wallow in what's been done? there are no what-ifs or maybes, there are only so-whats. so something bad happened, why waste more time thinking about why it was so bad and how it effected you emotionally and spiritually and how your therapist says that you just need to face the daemons of your childhood and then pay them $300 and hour to allow you to talk about yourself and how screwed up you are? why not save that time and $300 dollars, go buy yourself a hot new number and accessories to match and take your girls out for a "sex on the beach". it's not to say that bad things won't happen anymore, just that you'll still have that outfit and your good friends to cheer you up when it does. let it not be said that i'm a doomed pessimist, but rather that i am one who hopes for the best, yet can still drink to the worst. cheers!
maybe we should all try a different perspective on the new year's this time around. maybe instead of being a borderline-extreme pessimist, i'll just try and be a reasonably level-headed pessimist. i really don't like the new year's.... on new year's eve i tend to reflect on the sour events and embarrassing moments of the past year, so i don't forget that i'm supposed to have learnt something of value and take it with me to the next round of days, weeks and months. i'd rather not do that this time. i'd rather just say, "bygones" (fishiscm - ally mcbeal) and actually mean it. que sera sera, no?
it's not that i wasted my time pondering on the past, it's just that i'm tired of the past. the past haunts, the future is much more amiable since there's still time to change it. why allow yourself to wallow in what's been done? there are no what-ifs or maybes, there are only so-whats. so something bad happened, why waste more time thinking about why it was so bad and how it effected you emotionally and spiritually and how your therapist says that you just need to face the daemons of your childhood and then pay them $300 and hour to allow you to talk about yourself and how screwed up you are? why not save that time and $300 dollars, go buy yourself a hot new number and accessories to match and take your girls out for a "sex on the beach". it's not to say that bad things won't happen anymore, just that you'll still have that outfit and your good friends to cheer you up when it does. let it not be said that i'm a doomed pessimist, but rather that i am one who hopes for the best, yet can still drink to the worst. cheers!
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