January 01, 2006
Journal Entry 24 Welcome The New Year's Rut
You know what New Years is? It's the yearly pretend start over. Yeah for some reason humanity thinks that the beginning of a new year brings us all a chance to erase the blunders we made over the year. We think that the New Year allows us to say stuff like, "Last year was terrible; it was because we were in the year of the Rooster, this year is the year of the Dog, and it will be much more prosperous. I will not continue making the same errors of judgments, living the grind. I'm going to make significant changes to my life and 2006 will be so much more rewarding."
Who are we fooling? The rut we live in has nothing to with numbers; its habits that create the rut. The mere fact we make yearly promises to ourselves that never get kept and then slip away into the passing days, is in itself part of the problem. There is nothing like looking forward to a yearly lie to bring in the New Year. Today is the beginning of 06' and finally we can wash away the aftertaste of rotten meat lingering around from the year before. 24 hours of time doesn't stop the rolling ball so easily, I'm sorry to kick you in the nuts with my sobering truth. You know, the comparison is quite similar when you think about it. (Guys will understand) When we get kicked in the balls there is a moment of stillness where we aren't sure if it will hurt. Then the pain moves in like a slow train; and just when you think the pain has subsided, it hits you like a 7.0 aftershock. I don't know what it is like to be kicked in the twat but if it feels anything like having a fetid twat in my mouth, I feel your pain sisters.
Speaking of bad taste (you can read into that however you like) a bad aftertaste lingers for awhile. Take warm salt water for instance, it sooths the sore throat but it still hangs in there to remind us all of the bad decision we just made. If you would just spent the extra $4.99 for Cepacol or even $3.99 for Walgreensacol you wouldn't even be battling the remnants of man-spunk in your mouth, instead it would feel like cherry flavored cocaine sliding through a drug-burnt hole in your nasal passage from to much usage and numbing up the back of your throat. Some things are worth a little extra
You see, this is the entire point I'm trying to make here; our horrible decisions from the prior year are going to linger around for awhile. Sometimes it's not so easy to just wash out the taste of a terrible misjudgment on our part. (Right girls?)
So yeah, It's a new year, 06' is here, but in reality it's only Sunday; the day after last. Hell, some of us probably woke up this morning already regretting last night's festivities. If you woke up and had to sneak away from Zach, Mr. Yuk mouth or Francine, the fetid hole, then you have a very clear indication of what I speak of, what a great way to ring in the New Year, not even twenty minutes in and already up to the same old tricks.
Happy New Year, and welcome to the rut.
LB
Posted by Lonnie at 07:52 PM
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