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:: Today's soundtrack: No Doubt "It's My Life" ::
There's just something about the end of the year, isn't there? I don't really know WHAT exactly, but for some reason, it usually gets me on the sentimental side. It's not good or bad; it just is. I think when we get down to the end of something, anything, we feel a compulsive need to take a step back and look over the whole thing start to finish one last time before moving on.
I don't know what it's like for all of you "normal" type people out there, but for me it all goes through my mind like some sadistic slideshow in my brain. I almost expect somebody to voice over a commentary and draw circles and arrows on it like when they review a sports play on TV. "Oh! I don't know WHAT he was thinking there, Ted. Let's hope he can recover from that unfortunate decision before it's too late!" "Yes, let's hope so, Mike, because this one could really go down in the history of mankind as one of the all-time biggest social blunders if left without... and oh what's THIS? Oh NO! Please tell that's not...!" "I'm afraid it IS, Ted. Looks like our boy won't be leaving the house for another month or so out of shame." "It's either that or seppuku at this point, Mike."
I suppose then that's where the New Year resolutions come into play. We look back at all the times we made asses out of ourselves this past year and solemnly vow NEVER AGAIN. And guess what happens? We do it anyway. Well, I do, leastways. Chalk it up to human weakness, I guess. It could be anything. I could resolve to... I dunno... not eat chocolate cake. Then, the very first time I am presented with the opportunity to eat chocolate cake, I'm probably going to eat it, except I'm going to feel really bad about it now. ....Aaaaand feel really bad about it again later, when I have the My Life In Review slideshow at the year's end, as the cake gets circled in red with exclamation points next to it and a voice chimes in with "Ooooh! What was he thinking??"
But you know? Does it really matter? We are who we are and what's done is done. My life really isn't so bad when I think about it (including embarrassing social moments). I mean, I'm not living someplace where I have to worry about being attacked by a suicide bomber. I HAVE food and a nice place to live and people who care about me. There are those who don't have these most basic things. So I guess when it comes down to it, all I can do is look back this past year and smile. I hope most of you can do the same.
I have GOT to stop watching It's a Wonderful Life...
William (a retrospective of social ineptitude)
