Happy 2015 people! I haven't been outside much; do we have hovercars yet?
I spent the last day of 2014 feeling melancholy, a feeling that evaporated at some point during a lovely evening at
the_axel and
the_siobhan's, with all of the drinking and fantastic people. A guy I know did a Tarot reading. Now, I believe in Tarot as a tool of psychoanalysis rather than of prognostication, but even still—cautiously optimistic, balanced, stable, which is far more cheerful than any Tarot reading has ever been for me.
I looked cute. Sparkly dress and a tuxedo jacket with tails, plus green hair. These things sometimes matter to me.
2014 wasn't the worst year. I lost my beloved cat. I changed jobs, which, while for the best, is a process not without a degree of trauma. I crossed a really huge item off my bucket list when I went to Morocco, and it was 1000% worth it. I did less personal writing and less activism than I'd have liked. I strengthened friendships. I was frequently overwelmed with rage. I struggled, as always, to maintain balance, sanity, and hope.
Cautious optimism isn't a bad thing. May 2015 suck less than 2014 for each and every one of you. We live in the future.
Also, best joke:
Q. What's black and knocks on the window?
A. A libertarian's heart in a microwave.
(I didn't resolve to be a better person this year.)
I spent the last day of 2014 feeling melancholy, a feeling that evaporated at some point during a lovely evening at
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I looked cute. Sparkly dress and a tuxedo jacket with tails, plus green hair. These things sometimes matter to me.
2014 wasn't the worst year. I lost my beloved cat. I changed jobs, which, while for the best, is a process not without a degree of trauma. I crossed a really huge item off my bucket list when I went to Morocco, and it was 1000% worth it. I did less personal writing and less activism than I'd have liked. I strengthened friendships. I was frequently overwelmed with rage. I struggled, as always, to maintain balance, sanity, and hope.
Cautious optimism isn't a bad thing. May 2015 suck less than 2014 for each and every one of you. We live in the future.
Also, best joke:
Q. What's black and knocks on the window?
A. A libertarian's heart in a microwave.
(I didn't resolve to be a better person this year.)