No. I really, really hate new years.
I vividly remember writing about hating the new year, exactly one year ago. I can still remember what I wrote because I am feeling exactly the same thing right now.
Digging into my archive confirms that memory serves me right.
I can remember everything I wrote one year ago as if I had only written it yesterday.
As far as I’m concerned, I just only counted down to 2008, like, yesterday. Yet, now, 2009 is already hot on my heels.
Feeling kind of stressed today. I have 2350 e-mails sitting in my inbox waiting to be filed or replied. Not to mention a crazy number of blog comments, Facebook messages and other whathaveyous.
I have this irrational conviction that if I don’t clear them completely by the time the clock strikes midnight, I will turn into a ridiculous purple mutant with pizza-shaped warts that will spray noxious pink fumes at enemies.
For some reason, I feel like burying myself inside my pink comforter and never come out. I have this thought that if I stay in there long enough, maybe I will miraculously cease to exist in this dimension, at the very same moment I magically materialise in a happy dimension where warty purple mutants are attractive and sexy.
Not saying I’m unhappy nor even that I have a thing for purple mutants. I’m just stressed and it’s all the new year’s fault.
Of course, I will be partying (with my friends). But that will be because parties are fun and not because I’m celebrating anything.
Although I must admit that I’ve had a great year worthy of celebrating, I don’t find it right to celebrate the end of a great year and the start of an uncertain year.
What, exactly, are people celebrating?
But because I live on earth and not on purplemutantland, I continue to go through the motions like everyone else and scream “HAPPY NEW YEAR” into people’s ears because people seem to enjoy that.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
And may 2009 surprise you with expensive cherries.