Well folks, it looks as if this will be my last post of the year. Terribly sad, I know. But it’s okay. There’s nothing stopping me from continuing to blog next year. At least I don’t think there is. But the final one of the year I started blogging. That’s a big deal, right? Well no, not really. I mean who the hell cares? But still, my final post should be something good, something memorable.
Yeah, sorry to disappoint, but this post will neither be good, nor memorable. Not intentionally. I’m not actively aiming to write badly. It just happens sometimes. I suppose I’m not actively aiming to write well at the moment either. Right now I’m pretty much just blogging for the sake of blogging, because this is my last chance to do so this year. What’s that? I still have another 24 hours? This is true, but I will not be spending those 24 hours by a computer. Shocking, I know. Contrary to popular belief, I do not spend most of my life sitting in front of a computer. I spend most of my life sitting on a bus. Wait, make that standing on a bus. Or sky train. Or bus stop. Waiting for/taking public transit. Yes.
Anyway, I will actually be going out for New Year’s Eve in order to celebrate. Why? I don’t know. Why not? Isn’t that what everyone does? As my mom would say, if everyone jumped off a bridge, would you? To which I would respond yes, I would. Because if everyone jumped off the bridge, you’d be left alone. But really, how many people do you know who would want to jump off a bridge, let alone try to convince you to join them?
My mom asked, not entirely seriously, “don’t you want to spend New Year’s with your family?” I told her I’d already done that in the past when I had the flu for three years in a row. I mean that wasn’t by choice, but it happened. My dad said he wanted to pick me up downtown. I was like “At 3am?” Yeah, that’s not going to happen. He’s worried that if I crash at a friend’s place, I won’t be back in time for church the next day. Well, I’m sure he has other concerns as well, but that was the one he vocalized. And then my sister said “You won’t have him forever”, implying that I should actually let my dad pick me up from a pub on New Year’s Eve. I told my sister than when she goes out in the future, she can take advantage of that offer if she wants to. I will not be coming home tomorrow night.
I can make it back for church. One year I went out for New Year’s & had to work the next morning. It was one of the more painful shifts, but I made it. Also, forget New Year’s, there are times throughout the year when I’ve been out late and had either work or church or school and still been on time and functional. I may as well do this while I still can. At least that’s what I’ve been told. But maybe I’m just going out for the sake of going out? Just like I’m blogging for the sake of blogging? Does anything really have a purpose? Aren’t we all just living for the sake of living?
But I digress. From what, I don’t know, as I don’t actually have a main point to this post. Except to say that it’s my last one of the year and why that is. I could have opted to stay in and blog on New Year’s Eve. But I feel like that would be slightly sad. You know, sadder than blogging the night before New Year’s Eve. But I’ve been trying to blog once a day for the past week, in effort to make up for lost time when I neglected to do so for almost two months. And I haven’t been sitting at home, I had a family dinner tonight if you must know. And then I came home and decided to write one last post before my once a day blogging streak is over.
And so I’ve come to the realization that once a day is too much. Seven days of blogging in a row is overkill. I attempted it and now I know. But I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t made the attempt. And I probably won’t be able to do it next year anyway, as school will start again, and five people will fight for the computer to do their homework. Or more likely, fight for it so they can pretend to do their homework. Yes, I’ll be taking a course once again too, so it won’t just be my siblings. But this obstacle to my blogging is a good thing. Because if you force yourself to blog everyday for a week, on the seventh day, you end up with crap like this.
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