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Jan 01, 2014 15:49

It's not that I'm depressed or in a bad mood. I feel fine, feelin' good, actually, but I just don't care about the new year. Perhaps it's me becoming more esoteric but dates, numbers, time itself, it's all too fluid and too much a humanism to fuss about. I don't care that one year ended, I don't have any specific goals for the coming arbitrary time period, I'm not fussed over what I have or not have completed in the last year. I still have to eat, crap and fuss with the wife and cats every day, and that's enough for me.

All that said, I do have to work out in the next few days whether or not I can afford to return to college in the spring. I really, really hope so and am even toying with taking just enough student loan to pay tuition. I'm tired of putting it off, I'm tired of my tier I job, I want more. If I can achieve this, then 2014 is a successful year.

Wait, if it's a successful year in January, it's all downhill from there, eh? No! Not if we ignore arbitrary units of time. See? See how my bah-humbug feelings on the new year are actually positivity cloaked in fuss?

If nothing else, I want to give more to my Lizbeth, she's so awesome. With my health improving, I owe her buckets of lols, and damn it I will provide.
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