2004 Is Shaping Up to Be a Banner Year

Well, hell. I started writing this whole long post about everything that sucks or is funny, but it all made me so tired, actually physically tired. I've become exhausted, and I mean that not so much in the sense of tiredness, but of having used up all available resources. Part of it is that I've burned off much of my energy, over the past couple of years, being nice when I really didn't feel like it. Mostly at work, as a matter of fact. I tried to play it off, to myself and onlookers, like I was being positive in the face of adversity, looking on the bright side, being grateful for what was good, but that was about as effective as 2000 Flushes -- covers up the stains, maybe alters the smell a little, but that commode isn't going to get any cleaner until you scrub it. All that bad shit (ha!) is still there. There's all this anger and sadness and frustration and disappointment that have been waiting to be dealt with, and, upon observing that things were fairly well settled in my life these days, have taken the opportunity to float up like so many partially flushed turds.

(Talking about poop always makes me feel a little better.)

Bad shit has been visited upon so many of my friends as well, both real-life and internet. Of course there's been good shit too, don't get me wrong, but jeez. I want wonderful, amazing things to happen to people I know, so that I can get back a little hope.

Comments

[Julia]

Me, too.

I think your poo similie is the most apropos thing I've ever heard. Why is it that those turds come floating back on otherwise peaceful days?

[Mollie]

And here's to feeling hopeful when the good shit starts to happen instead of being scared shitless that the rug will get pulled out.

[getupgrrl]

Oh, Jo. I hear you. Bad days seem to be going around lately. Although my new philosophy is that - technically speaking - any bad shit that happens in January 2004 really belongs to 2003, since that's where the origins are. I'm not sure how far into February I can stretch this theory, but I'm willing to try.

[Jo]

Maybe it's a Year of the Goat thing. Today begins the Year of the Monkey! All hail the Wood Monkey!

Agreed, though. Bad mojo runs rampant. Perhaps buried within that pile of shit are the Seeds of Smoothly Running Daily Life that will sprout and grow strong in the nutrient-rich manure.

Then again, the Flies of Inconvenience might lay eggs in it, which grow into the Maggots of Dysfunction.

[Julie]

Hey, getupgrrl, that's the principle I've been operating under, too! I have officially made January an honorary member of 2003.

I think The Maggots of Dysfunction was the long-lost unpublished sequel to Lord of the Flies.