Showing posts with label Happy New Year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happy New Year. Show all posts

Friday, January 1, 2016

Ah, 2016. How do you do?

O ho! It is the new year. By the laws of the internet, I am required to mark this occasion (which, might I point out, happens at the exceedingly regular and predictable interval of once a year) as momentous. Yes, 2015 is now the year that was. I think I'm supposed to list a bunch of my accomplishments and express good will toward all of you or something, but I'm not going to because I don't have any accomplishments, and eh, just trust me when I say anyone who continues to read what I write here has my good will already.

Years 2010 through 2014 all had a defined theme for me. They exist as distinct chapters, if you will, in my memory. 2015, however, I predict will go down as a year I don't remember much, and I feel confident saying that because only one day after its departure, I sit here not remembering much.

My taste in movies remains unchanged since 1989.
According to my journal, I went to the movie theater three times in 2015 (Unbroken, Furious 7, and The Little Mermaid in IMAX - solid choices, Becky), and read 38 books ("not sure this was necessary" I scribbled next to Go Set a Watchman, and "enjoyable but fucked up" was how I described The Silkworm). Work was busy, but outside of work was not. I dropped down to once a week at Slider. Thursdays at Breakaway became so tame I don't think the newbies believe me anymore when I talk about "the old days." (For real, it's not the same, you guys.) All of the major dramas of the year were actually minor, and with that, 2015 wasn't bad. It just kinda...was.

I've been wondering if I was due a muted year, or if I brought it on myself by retreating a little, which I admittedly did. I didn't take any big risks last year. Instead, I relished in feeling secure about my ability to support myself, which was a feeling I hadn't had since 2009. But you know, 2009 was also the last time I had a year that felt muted, and perhaps that's not a coincidence...

Unfortunately (or fortunately, as the case may be), I'm not very good at stirring things up for the sake of stirring things up. My specialty is latching on to whatever comes my way and making the most of it. And I don't have a goddamned clue - not the faintest inkling - what 2016 is going to bring.

But here's to not letting security stand in the way of fun.

Let's see what you got, 2016...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Hear what I'm saying, and know what it means...

2014.  It was good.  I mean, it had its bumps, and certainly there were aspects of it that didn’t turn out the way I wanted, but overall, the major characters were good, the plot was good, it was good.  In the past, I’ve often greeted the new year as a chance to scrap it all and start over, but this year felt like something to build off of.

May your evening's activities leave you as rapturous as this stock photo.
A theme I return to over and over in my writing is the debate over what and how much to share, although by any measure my sharing has decreased dramatically over time.  There was an era when I wrote down damn near every thought in my head – now I waver over even entries such as this one, so nonspecific and detail-less they could be written by anyone.  (“I lived through 2014, guys, and it was fine!”)

If you know me well enough to have been there for my ups and downs this year then you know me too well to be getting updates on my life from the internet.  If you don’t know me that well then I can’t imagine you caring – nor should you! – about any of the mundane details I could list to quantify another year-that-was.

So instead of a wrap-up, how about a simple and heartfelt HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Bring it, 2015.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Yes, Yes, We're All Very Happy that You Had a Great New Year's Eve...

Social media, originally conceived as liberation from having to speak to other humans in person, has, in recent years, done what all things do when things become popular/ubiquitous:  it has turned into something that reminds us that human beings are ridiculous.

I logged into Facebook a little while ago (seldom a good idea) and as I was scrolling through a billion and a half pictures of people (most of whom I only sort of know) looking super-popular last night, and through a couple dozen status updates about how wonderful life was in 2013 and/or how many wonderful things await in 2014, I was struck by a single, comprehensive thought:  all of you are full of shit. 

The game nowadays is to create an online image* - a digital replica of your life, with the one important caveat that it must not be your actual life because most of your actual life is pretty dull.  You sleep through a third of it.  You spend a lot of time doing things that are routine and unremarkable (no matter how hard any of you try to convince me otherwise, I will never find pictures of meals you are about to eat to be interesting).  And if you think about it, most of the other stuff, the "big stuff," like jobs and marriages and babies, are all so extraordinarily common that really it's a wonder anyone on the outside bothers to care in the first place.  (Congratulations on being alive.)

Our online selves become caricatures...personal cheerleaders on overdrive, represented by flattering pictures and valued based on friend counts and "Like" numbers.

Who are all of us trying so hard to impress, anyway?

I don't know too many people who had a good 2013.  In fact, I would go so far as to say that for a distressing percentage of the people in my social circle, it was one of worst years, if not the worst year, of their lives so far.  I watched a lot of people that I care about struggle, and I learned how lucky I am through the support I received during my own struggles.

What I propose - for all of you and also for me - is that 2014 will be better.  It will be better because I'm saying it will be, and Wayne Dyer knew what he was talking about when he said, "When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change."

But in this extroverted society that we live in, there is constant cultural pressure to share what's "better" with your peers - with me, for instance, via your Facebook profile - as a marker of your personal success.

And I want to call bullshit on that.  Personal success isn't measured in social media posts, followed by strings of misspelled congratulatory comments.  It's measured in your actual life, the one that's mundane and sleep-filled (and sometimes involves end-of-the-year posts that were written a day late).  Maybe I'm not impressed by euphoric pictures of a night out because I have nights out all the time and I can guarantee you that the existence of photographic evidence has no bearing whatsoever on the integrity or wellbeing of the people in the pictures.  And rarely, if ever, is a posed photo representing anything natural.

I just sometimes think that we're doing ourselves such a disservice to buy into this one-upmanship that comes with having lives that are increasingly searchable.  We're far more alike than we are different, and in the game of life, the only person you're ever really racing is yourself.  As I look ahead to this fresh, new year, I'm trying to be conscientious of that.  More living.  Less image-crafting.
 
Happy New Year, friends. :) 

*Guilty as charged.

Friday, December 27, 2013

2013: A Year of Melodramatic Journal Entries, Hooray!

How many 2013 recap posts will I write?  No one even knows.  But I didn't feel right leaving it with the last one (which seemingly confused everyone who read it...to which I say, welcome to my world).

I've kept a daily journal for several years now, but in years past, those journals have always had a section at the end of each week for a recap.  This year, my journal had no weekly section, but rather a few lines at the start of each month and a few pages at the end.  This resulted in my laying out goals and hopes at the start of the month, and then writing rambling Austen-esque odes to the month gone by at the end of it.  Yes, I really do write like this when I write in long-hand.  (It's like you hand me a pen and I turn into a 19th-century Buddhist.)

Some of this is pretty personal, including a rather epic meltdown in the late summer/early fall, but I'm happy to say that December has treated me alright and onward we go.

So, in the tradition of journal posts on this blog, I hereby present some selected quotes from 2013 (quotes in italics from the beginning of the month, everything else from my month-end recaps).

HAPPY 2014!!!

Thursday, December 19, 2013

2013 in Fifteen Conversations

Boy 1:
Him:  Hi!  Hahaha!  Fun!
Me:  Hi!  Hahaha!  Laughter!
Him:  Hi!  Hahaha!  Beer!
Me:  Hi!  Hahaha!  Drinking!
Him:  Hi!  Hahaha!  Fun!
Me:  Hi!  Hahaha!  Laughter!
Him:  ...
Me:  So...
Him:  Stop being crazy!  I NEVER LIKED YOU!
Him to everyone:  I NEVER LIKED HER.  EVER.

Boy 2:
Him:  I'm going to pay you loads of attention right now.  Like, so much attention.
Me:  Oh, okay.
Him:  No, seriously.  You don't even understand what I'm saying:  ATTENTION!
Me:  I'm okay with this.
Him:  Yeah.  ATTENTION!
Me:  Smiley face!
Him:  Just kidding!  Totally have a girlfriend.

Boy 3: 
Him:  I'm going to sit here next to you but not say anything.
Me:  Okay.
Him:  Silence.
Me:  Silence.
Him:  Are we going to hook up or what?
Me:  YOU DIDN'T EVEN TALK TO ME.
Him:  I'll be over here if you change your mind.

Boy 1 (again):
Him:  I'm back!
Me:  Oh, okay!
Him: I'd like us to go through the exact same scenario as before, only this time you know what I'm going to do at the end of it, but I want you to act like you have no idea what's coming.
Me:  Sounds awesome!  Hahaha!  Laughter!
Him:  Hahaha!  Beer!
Me:  Hahaha!  Fun!
Him:  Hahaha!  You are so great! 
Me:  Really?  So...  
Him:  You're insane and I can't stand you.

Boy 4:
Him:  Hi!  Talking!
Me:  Oh, hi!  Listening!
Him:  Hi again!  So much talking!
Me:  Oh, hi again!  More listening!
Him:  Hi for the billionth time!  I CAN'T STOP TALKING TO YOU.
Me:  TALK TO ME ALWAYS.
Him:  ...
Me:  Um, hi?
Him:  Wait...what?

Boy 5:
Him:  Hey...
Me:  I was so drunk...
Him:  You're drunk right now.
Me:  Yeah, but...
Him:  Ugggggghhhhh, forget it; it's not worth it if I have to work for it. 

Boy 6: 
Him:  Formal introduction.
Me:  Return formal introduction. 
Him:  Soooo....sex?  Yes?  No?  Maybe?
Me:  What the... 
Him:  Ugggggghhhhh, forget it; it's not worth it if I have to work for it.

Boy 2 (again):
Him:  You already know about the girlfriend, so you're cool if I still flirt with you, right?  

Boy 1 (yet again):
Him:  I'm back!
Me:  Again?!
Him:  You still like me!  Even though you don't know why!
Me:  Well, yes...
Him:  Hahaha, sucker!  All I do is sleep with people who aren't you.
Me:  But...
Him:  Any other woman in eyesight is preferable to you.  Pick anyone and I will date her.
Me:  But...
Him:  Literally, I would date that potted plant before you.

Boy 7:  
Him:  Hello!  I am approaching you!
Me:  I wrote a book!
Him:  You looked dumber than that when I walked over.  Goodbye. 

Boy 8:
Him:  I'm going to be really nice to you.
Me:  I don't have time for that shit right now. 

Boy 9: 
Him:  You are super great!
Me:  Thanks, but I don't know you.
Him:  Here I am again, you great person, you!
Me:  Okay, but I still don't know you.
Him:  GREAT!  YOU ARE!
Me:  Did you want to have a real conversation?
Him:  No.  And I'm never speaking to you again.

Boy 1 (yes, again):
Him:  I'm back!  AGAIN!  My life is so much better without you!
Me:  Oh.  But I wasn't ever...because remember...
Him:  My life is great!
Me:  Well, I'm glad because everyone deserves to be happy, it's just that I wish this hadn't turned into all of this, and...
Him (interrupting):  Hold up, I'mma go hit on your friends.

Boy 10: 
Him:  I'm really hot.
Me:  Do you even understand how frustrated I am?
Him:  Yes.  And I'm completely willing to let you take it out on me.
Me:  I'm going to, but by teasing you instead of using you because I want to make sure everyone is equally miserable.

Boy 11:
Him:  I'm going to friend you on Facebook and then never even make eye contact with you in real life.
Me:  That's the most reasonable thing I've heard all year.

Hashtag-true-story.

Mr. Men from mrmen.com.

Friday, December 28, 2012

The Less Serious Side of Things

Every year, during the week between Christmas and New Year’s, I go out and buy a new journal for the new year.  In times past, before I started in on the new one, I’ve gone back and read through the old one, astonishing myself with how long a year really is and how unnecessary it was for me to record four to seven sentences about every freaking day of my life.

This year, I am going to spare myself the hour or so of reading and recap the year's journal contents for you from memory (don't worry; I remember all the highlights).

You know how we were talking about how Taylor Swift writes songs about things that the rest of us know instinctively to keep to ourselves and not broadcast to the public?  This is the sort of shit I write about in my daily journal.  As a fitting cap to a year that saw me use this blog to tackle more serious issues than I ever have publicly before, I thought it might be nice to offer you a glimpse into what else I was thinking and writing about this year.

What Was Up with 2012, According to My Journal

1. I got really excited about Downton Abbey.

2. A little over a year ago, I developed a full-fledged crush on [the potential of] a guy in our running group and was gutted beyond measure when he passed me over for someone who is pretty much my exact opposite in every possible way.  Their relationship coincided with him suddenly never showing up to anything, ever, so I had a lot of opportunities to whinge to my journal about how not only did I have zero game, but I was also incapable of forming normal human friendships.  (Both of which are obvious lies, but they worked nicely within the framework of my self-pity narrative, so I went with them whenever I got drunk.)  My determination to make this all about me was drawn out for an embarrassing length of time, and of course I recorded it all, so there’s a lot of that from this year.

3. A little over two years ago, I developed a full-fledged crush on [the potential of] another guy in our running group and this was ridiculous because clearly there was absolutely no way we could ever function as a unit.  Nonetheless, I would periodically revisit my interest in him, and every time, something would happen and I’d get really angry.  Angriness happened twice this year – the second time, I hit some sort of invisible limit and haven’t thought of him the same way since, but the point is that I was still wasting emotional energy on this person after two full years and I wrote quite a bit about it as if this wasn’t moderately psycho of me.

4. Multiple times I extolled the virtues of New Age music.

5. I ran well over 900 miles this year.  Every goddamn time I ran, I wrote about it.

6. There was only one two-day hangover this year, but I wrote about it for, like, four days because if there’s one thing I like, it’s beating the dead horse of being irritated about feeling sick on behalf of a few hours that really weren’t worth it.

7. The presidential election was this year.  I get emotional about politics, but of course I do because I get emotional about Downton freaking Abbey.  This year saw many, many mentions of Statistics God Nate Silver, as well as a discussion of my irrational fear of casting my ballot for the wrong person. For days prior to voting, I was gripped by panic that I would accidentally vote for Mitt Romney.

8. In 2012, I read 60 books (!) and over a dozen short stories.  My very favorite book that I read all year was The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman.  It’s about a boy named Nobody whose entire family is murdered in the first few pages and then he goes and lives in a graveyard and is raised by ghosts.  I wish I’d written it. But since I didn’t, I wrote about how I wished I’d written it.

9. Two good friends got married this year, and a bunch of people had babies.  The weddings I wrote about the days of, since I was there for the festivities.  The babies I usually mentioned a few days after the fact, like, oh yeah, I forgot – so-and-so had a kid. With weddings and babies both, my recordings are usually blasé because marriage and procreation are two of the most basic functions there are in a society, so I can’t ever think of much to say about them.  This is not an opinion I voice to any individuals involved, but my journal gets it all the time.

10. THE WEATHER.  I write down the temperature more often than just about anything else…

11. …except maybe “How I’m Feeling.”  I like to end the week with a several-sentence recap on Sunday night, which is a terrible time to do it because on Sunday night, I’m probably watching Downton Abbey and so all I write is how happy I am that I’m ending the weekend by watching Downton Abbey. But sometimes I’ll also say that I’m feeling “restless” or thereabouts.  When I feel “restless,” there is a 98% chance that the next week I’ll say I’m feeling “hopeful” or “accomplished.”

12. I also record my menstrual cycle (because I like to chart how it syncs up with the phases of the moon) and my feelings of “restlessness” and “hopefulness” can be directly correlated to where I am in my cycle, but I refuse to acknowledge this and instead always, always, always write about how “I don’t know” why I feel the way I do.

13. When John’s home, I’ll write about what he cooked for us; 100% of the time, it’s something ludicrous that took him five hours to make and tastes like consumable bliss.  This is the only time I ever write about food, and if you knew the way I cooked for myself, you’d understand why.

14. I saw fewer movies this year than I have in any year in recent memory (22), but the good ones (The Dark Knight Rises, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Lincoln, Life of Pi) got a parenthetical four or five word review on the days I saw them.

15. I once filled up an entire day's entry wondering if I should get a third fish.  In the end, I decided it would be too much responsibility and instead acquired a eighth plant.

***

2012, man!  It happened!  It was a pretty good year for me, and if we learned anything from the last entry, it's that "pretty good" is some kind of alright.

I'm headed back down to Mississippi to see my parents and brother, so if I'm not back here in the next few days,
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!



And I hope that each and every one of you has a pretty good 2013. ;) 

Friday, December 21, 2012

What do you know – the world didn’t end!

Well, chums, Christmas Day is fast approaching, and I hope that it’s a wonderful day for any and all who are reading this right now!  (Unless I don’t like you!  In which case, you can suck it.)  (Haha, kidding, of course.) (Sort of.)

In this week’s Newsweek, there is an article about New Year’s resolutions and how we just can’t ever seem to stick with them.  In consolation, there were some helpful tips about making lifestyle changes in small increments instead of overwhelming yourself by setting huge goals, and my favorite part of the entire article came when an expert on such matters recommended being purposefully mediocre every once in a while.

Just give about 60%, is what he said, and then who cares, and also you’ll probably wind up impressing yourself because for Christ’s sake, it’s not that hard to give freaking 60%, so maybe you’ll accidentally give 65% or something, and whoa – success!  (And wasn’t that better than putting undue pressure on yourself to give 100% and then being disappointed when you actually wound up giving 0%?! Exactly.)

So when I say I want you to have a wonderful Christmas, I truly do mean it, and I just as truly believe you’re going to pull it off.  If you’re reading this right now, that means that the human race wasn’t extinguished in a fiery apocalypse on the winter solstice this year (fuck you, Mayan calendar), and if you set the standard at that level of low to begin with, how could you NOT have a great holiday?!

BAM, I just saved Christmas, you’re welcome.

(I like this mediocrity idea.  I spent pretty much all of 2012, my first year of my thirties, being “super-earnest” and trying “extra hard” to always be the best Becky and all that, so it could be an interesting experiment to spend 2013 just fucking phoning it in and see if I actually get more done.  It might be worth exploring…)

I’m so glad to know each and every one of you, congratulations on not dying in the apocalypse, and
MERRY WHATEVER THE HELL HOLIDAY YOU CELEBRATE!!  HUGS ALL AROUND!

Saturday, December 31, 2011

And on a more personal note...

I re-read my daily journal for 2011 yesterday, an indulgence which left me reeling with memories of a year that was excessively eventful and yet nominally didn't appear to move me forward all that much.

There were, however, two obvious and predominant themes for me in 2011:  Fireball shots and Ole Miss grads.  I spent a lot of time hanging out in bars with both...and they proved to have an unparalleled ability to make me feel like shit...

(I think there's a life lesson somewhere in there, but whatever it is, I don't think I've learned it yet.  Maybe I will in 2012.)

Books read in 2011:  31 (that's the number finished; this year I implemented a rule that it was okay to walk away from a book if it sucked, and a fair number of them do)

Movies seen in the theater:  34 (goal for 2012:  finish more books than movies)

Miles run:  792 (not bad for someone who'd never previously cracked 500 in a year)

Blogs written:  170 (more than I would have guessed)

Here's to 2012, and the hope that it treats each and every one of you well.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!!!