(no subject)
new year's eve did not feel new, but that's to be expected. new year's eve is usually pretty stale and grumpy, almost always spent with the same people i'm always with. not that i don't love those people, but there's something very stupid about being with them and trying to have end-of-year/beginning-of-year thoughts at the same time. anyhow, this year i fell asleep in my grandmother's basement two hours before the main event. this is a good thing. i was sick, grumpier than i have ever been before in my life, and the population of upstairs did not include my grandfather (deceased) or my uncle john (keeping the museum of civilisation secure). i don't know either of those people very well, but they...make things make less sense. they make me feel like less of a disturbance. also, i don't get bored out of my mind when they're there, because there is disturbance that has nothing to do with me going on.
so that was new year's eve. it was also christmas day, because we'd been elsewhere. my grandmother was there as well. She mostly only tells stories about fine english china and what was eaten for dinner and such. she's been to a lot of interesting places, and usually all she talks about when she gets back was what the continental breakfast on the plane was like. makes me want to just...switch places with her sometimes. if only to understand how it is possible to live an exciting life and still be a dull conversationalist who is very well-loved in her community. maybe i'm just being naive thinking that doing interesting things actually makes most people more interesting.
and...it is a new year. yes it is. doesn't make any more sense than the old one, and i'm not really a better person or anything. but it's new. which is nice enough.
so that was new year's eve. it was also christmas day, because we'd been elsewhere. my grandmother was there as well. She mostly only tells stories about fine english china and what was eaten for dinner and such. she's been to a lot of interesting places, and usually all she talks about when she gets back was what the continental breakfast on the plane was like. makes me want to just...switch places with her sometimes. if only to understand how it is possible to live an exciting life and still be a dull conversationalist who is very well-loved in her community. maybe i'm just being naive thinking that doing interesting things actually makes most people more interesting.
and...it is a new year. yes it is. doesn't make any more sense than the old one, and i'm not really a better person or anything. but it's new. which is nice enough.