Welcome To 2009
Jan. 1st, 2009 01:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
parallax23HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Usually I feel like the first day of a New Year often marks how the year will go. Considering my current mood, I'm hoping it's not going to go like this. Supposedly, this is the bleakest New Year kick-off for the world in the longest time due to the failing economy and dropping morale of not just Americans but the entire world. The worship of Twilight further diminishes my faith in humanity. The crazy teen girls are excused because the hormones make you stupid, but it's the older people who have me gawking in disbelief. I've been reclusive, yet I still manage to absorb how idiotic people really are. I think the bitterness stems from the horrible music line-up I was subjected to for the New Year's Countdown -- the Jonas Brothers, Katy Perry, Solange, Jesse McCartney... I may have bad taste in music, but even I have my limits.
All those things aside, I'm anxious.
I'm anxious about what the future will bring, where my life is going, and what I'm going to do about all of it.
It's also hard to imagine that another year has come and gone. So much has changed, I've changed. Then there are the things that always remain -- the lingering self-doubt, the sensation of getting older, and that ever idealistic glimmer of hope that follows watching the confetti rain in Times Square from the comfort of the indoors.
New Years are like fountains you toss coins into. Every wish has its cost. Still, there's a bit of magic to it. You don't know if it'll come true. I've attempted to make resolutions in the past because it's supposed to be interesting. Really, I'm not a girl about resolutions. Either I do something or I don't.
Wishes either come true or they don't.
I've also learned to be careful what I've wished for, because sometimes when you get what you want, you find out that maybe it's not what you need.
Well, I've got 22 more hours before I make my predictions about this year. Let's wait and see...
Usually I feel like the first day of a New Year often marks how the year will go. Considering my current mood, I'm hoping it's not going to go like this. Supposedly, this is the bleakest New Year kick-off for the world in the longest time due to the failing economy and dropping morale of not just Americans but the entire world. The worship of Twilight further diminishes my faith in humanity. The crazy teen girls are excused because the hormones make you stupid, but it's the older people who have me gawking in disbelief. I've been reclusive, yet I still manage to absorb how idiotic people really are. I think the bitterness stems from the horrible music line-up I was subjected to for the New Year's Countdown -- the Jonas Brothers, Katy Perry, Solange, Jesse McCartney... I may have bad taste in music, but even I have my limits.
All those things aside, I'm anxious.
I'm anxious about what the future will bring, where my life is going, and what I'm going to do about all of it.
It's also hard to imagine that another year has come and gone. So much has changed, I've changed. Then there are the things that always remain -- the lingering self-doubt, the sensation of getting older, and that ever idealistic glimmer of hope that follows watching the confetti rain in Times Square from the comfort of the indoors.
New Years are like fountains you toss coins into. Every wish has its cost. Still, there's a bit of magic to it. You don't know if it'll come true. I've attempted to make resolutions in the past because it's supposed to be interesting. Really, I'm not a girl about resolutions. Either I do something or I don't.
Wishes either come true or they don't.
I've also learned to be careful what I've wished for, because sometimes when you get what you want, you find out that maybe it's not what you need.
Well, I've got 22 more hours before I make my predictions about this year. Let's wait and see...