Saturday, January 17, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
The similarity with which crises present themselves throughout the years is astounding. At some point between November 15th and January 15th, something will randomly fuck with my serenity; it's been that way since I was eight years old. A winter car accident, the showdown with the old man when I was ten, somebody dies, someone leaves, something breaks...whatever. Something is going to suck. Those kinds of things are fucked up enough on their own without being predictable; coinciding with a season that's supposed to be festive is one of those little kicks in the sack that lets you know there is a higher force at work in the universe, and sometimes he's a dick.
Ontological arguments for God aside, I've tried to decipher over the years whether or not these things were truly random, the result of some external machination, or whether perhaps I've somehow brought some of them to bear myself (via expecting the holidays to be fucked, and then subconsciously setting out to tank them because of that expectation). Certainly more rational than the rather egocentric notion that the Almighty has decided that I have high billing in a retelling of the story of Job.
In truth, some fall into each category. This years is purely someone else's seasonal madness made manifest in my holiday, but it still sucks. I don't blame them particularly; it's the silly season, and I've been there myself. I'm actually far more pissed off at how it impacted other people involved than over any trouble it caused me,:
To all of humanity, RE: the whole major depression / self-destructive thing -- do your friends and family a favor and put that shit off until March next time.