Well, it’s 2016 and everyone is wishing me a Happy New Year and good cheer and well, you get it. I do try to be pleasant and smile at the appropriate times. I have also tried to be upbeat about the whole thing but the problem with all that cheer and it’s a new year, new start, stuff is it just isn’t true. It’s just another day.
I see you cringing and hear the ‘oh, poor old dear’ thoughts in your head. I should I’ve had them and felt sorry for the ‘old’ folks, nothing left to look forward too, poor lambs. I will bet you even made a couple of resolutions. Haha got ya there didn’t I! Yes, I used to make resolutions too. There were times I wrote them down with numbers and even, forgive me, dates on which I shall have completed this particular improvement. All that was back when I was a disgusting size six without a wrinkle or a care.
Now in case you were possibly feeling slightly sorry for me, stop. I drank the champagne, Perrier Jouet no less. (I admit to being unable to make an um-lout over the ‘e’ but you get the idea) I have done enough damage to my liver and poor brain with cheaper drink but I have decided if I’m going to do something ‘bad’, hell, do it with the good stuff. I do actually have stuff to look forward to and resolutions of sorts. There are things I must handle this year because 2017 is a watershed year. I will explain that in a later post.
I think it is just that I have kind of partied out. I ‘ve done so many company parties, Air Force functions, military drunk-outs, and neighborhood beer fests (which are a lot more fun in Germany with really good beer) that I’ve become bored with the whole affair. You know how it goes. Fancy dress, high heels (hours on high heels should count as karma points, seriously) maybe even professionally done hair and loads of make-up so that I can stand around drinking and ‘socializing’ with the right folk. It was required at times and strongly suggested at others. I did enjoy a few of them but many were very tense or worse left me so hung over I was worshipping at the porcelain altar. Yes, good times! gag
So, I am now Scrouge wishing no further greetings of Happy New Year. I am happy because I made it to the new year and sad because there are those that did not and should have. What is that line from an old Kate Bush song about making a deal with God to change places with someone? She was way to young to realize how much we all wish we could make the deal, once in a while. I am fully into 2016 or any other year I make it through and that is happy enough for me.