Post by The Ocean on Dec 2, 2020 0:25:30 GMT
Thank goodness we've almost MADE it!
2020 can suck it. I will be glad to see it go (bear with me, I'm going somewhere positive with this after I get through the first paragraph). Dear friends and loved ones have lost family, gotten severely sick themselves, I know I'm dealing with long-hauler COVID symptoms to this day more than six months later. Unrelated to COVID four of my friends are dead, three from cancer one from suicide, none older than 44. I honestly think I've spent more time crying this year than I have combined in the rest of my adult life.
So I am THRILLED it is December. The back end of this year is looking a lot better than the front end: vaccines on the horizon, boatloads of new or rereleased BOC material. I don't want to jinx anything but at the very least when I woke up this morning and realized that we are in the final month of this God-forsaken year I actually smiled.
I realize the calendar is arbitrary and time is a construct, but you gotta measure it somehow, so based on the way we measure it, we've almost made it one whole revolution around that indifferent fiery incandescent daylight disc in the sky, and here we all are.
I'm glad I'm here, and I'm glad y'all're here, too. And I REALLY REALLY hope that 2021 is a blast. I hope that we all get to attend (and in Buck's case play) concerts, go to restaurants and theaters, visit friends, go to fairs and festivals, and everything else we used to do. Maybe not on January 1, but I sincerely hope that next year all of us have a LOT more to smile about than we did this year. No matter what anybody's differences are or what we want out of life, we all deserve to have a reason to smile, and I hope we all get that!
2020 can suck it. I will be glad to see it go (bear with me, I'm going somewhere positive with this after I get through the first paragraph). Dear friends and loved ones have lost family, gotten severely sick themselves, I know I'm dealing with long-hauler COVID symptoms to this day more than six months later. Unrelated to COVID four of my friends are dead, three from cancer one from suicide, none older than 44. I honestly think I've spent more time crying this year than I have combined in the rest of my adult life.
So I am THRILLED it is December. The back end of this year is looking a lot better than the front end: vaccines on the horizon, boatloads of new or rereleased BOC material. I don't want to jinx anything but at the very least when I woke up this morning and realized that we are in the final month of this God-forsaken year I actually smiled.
I realize the calendar is arbitrary and time is a construct, but you gotta measure it somehow, so based on the way we measure it, we've almost made it one whole revolution around that indifferent fiery incandescent daylight disc in the sky, and here we all are.
I'm glad I'm here, and I'm glad y'all're here, too. And I REALLY REALLY hope that 2021 is a blast. I hope that we all get to attend (and in Buck's case play) concerts, go to restaurants and theaters, visit friends, go to fairs and festivals, and everything else we used to do. Maybe not on January 1, but I sincerely hope that next year all of us have a LOT more to smile about than we did this year. No matter what anybody's differences are or what we want out of life, we all deserve to have a reason to smile, and I hope we all get that!