2730: Carnival of Chaos
The superstitious part of me had been dreading the end of 2002 since... 2000, at least, because numerologically, the next "good" year won't come until 2010. It's that weird 200X property... for some reason, it looks funny and sounds funny. 2002 is at least palindromic. 2000 is even, and 2001 is... well, familiar, thanks to the movie. Any other digit seems strange in that last position.
That said, this prolly couldn't be a worse year for travelling, at least for me. The job shake-up by itself was enough, but to then try to organize a group trip to Japan, PLUS Annaleise getting married in July, I'm actually not looking forward to either now. I mean, at least with Japan I wouldn't be going alone, though I'll still dread the actual "simulate this by sitting on the toilet and squeezing your head for twelve hours" flight, but driving eight hours to Tennessee and back is just a dreadful prospect, especially with my time being more and more valuable [despite appearances].
And this is something three months away! If only it was... fifteen months away T_T
Flying to Tennessee to save a few hours isn't going to be any better an option, either, as bad as I get and considering what weekend that will be, besides how much it will cost. There's the snag--I'm going to be isolated in "I've got nothing else to do in the off hours"-ville for the weekend, but part of why I'm going back will be for business stuff, which may need me being there for a weekday... which extends my trip into "I don't know if I can get that time off" territory, regardless of which day I try to get there [the 4th is that Friday].
Also, my mother wants me to stay a bit and visit, which is fine, but somehow I can't help feeling awkward about it somehow. I haven't known her to have a penchant for drama, but my advice column readings show that our elders [if they're thinking ahead] start handing things down and preparing for the inevitable and such like that, which feels like Weirdville for me. Maybe it's just the "My childhood friends are all married w/ kids now and when is it my turn" trap that people tend to fall into and I don't know how to change that so it doesn't end the phrase with a preposition. I mean, it's not that I don't love my parents or anything, but it's harder for me to relate to someone out of sight [out of mind] than with someone who's right there--it's just how I've been. I would have an easier time of it had I stayed local, I'm sure, but where would I be now if I had, I wonder? [I highly doubt working for DJP, for certain!]
I half expect some other obligation to come up this year that will turn me off from travelling ever again, but I don't know what would actually do it, short of one of my parents dying [I didn't attend my grandparents' funerals, as far as that is to go]. Saying that, though, I guarantee something will come up... X([don't feel like coding this correctly, so imagine the appropriate sticks]
Move only ONE of the seven matchsticks to make the equation correct: X - | = |
How does it get so late when I'm not doing anything? Argh. Well, TOMORROW, then. >_
That said, this prolly couldn't be a worse year for travelling, at least for me. The job shake-up by itself was enough, but to then try to organize a group trip to Japan, PLUS Annaleise getting married in July, I'm actually not looking forward to either now. I mean, at least with Japan I wouldn't be going alone, though I'll still dread the actual "simulate this by sitting on the toilet and squeezing your head for twelve hours" flight, but driving eight hours to Tennessee and back is just a dreadful prospect, especially with my time being more and more valuable [despite appearances].
And this is something three months away! If only it was... fifteen months away T_T
Flying to Tennessee to save a few hours isn't going to be any better an option, either, as bad as I get and considering what weekend that will be, besides how much it will cost. There's the snag--I'm going to be isolated in "I've got nothing else to do in the off hours"-ville for the weekend, but part of why I'm going back will be for business stuff, which may need me being there for a weekday... which extends my trip into "I don't know if I can get that time off" territory, regardless of which day I try to get there [the 4th is that Friday].
Also, my mother wants me to stay a bit and visit, which is fine, but somehow I can't help feeling awkward about it somehow. I haven't known her to have a penchant for drama, but my advice column readings show that our elders [if they're thinking ahead] start handing things down and preparing for the inevitable and such like that, which feels like Weirdville for me. Maybe it's just the "My childhood friends are all married w/ kids now and when is it my turn" trap that people tend to fall into and I don't know how to change that so it doesn't end the phrase with a preposition. I mean, it's not that I don't love my parents or anything, but it's harder for me to relate to someone out of sight [out of mind] than with someone who's right there--it's just how I've been. I would have an easier time of it had I stayed local, I'm sure, but where would I be now if I had, I wonder? [I highly doubt working for DJP, for certain!]
I half expect some other obligation to come up this year that will turn me off from travelling ever again, but I don't know what would actually do it, short of one of my parents dying [I didn't attend my grandparents' funerals, as far as that is to go]. Saying that, though, I guarantee something will come up... X([don't feel like coding this correctly, so imagine the appropriate sticks]
Move only ONE of the seven matchsticks to make the equation correct: X - | = |
How does it get so late when I'm not doing anything? Argh. Well, TOMORROW, then. >_