By admitting this, I give legitimacy to every liberal stereotype of conservatives as prudish throwbacks stuck in the past, I know, but still: I’m not ready for a new year. I never am. I don’t understand the necessity and it dismays me that so many of you are so accepting of this unavoidable fact of reality.
I DON’T WANT 2011 TO GO!!!
Now, don’t get me wrong. 2011 was just awful in lots of ways. For example, I spent the first seven months of it out of work, running my savings down to nothing as I wondered whether my father would live another day.
So it’s not 2011 in particular that I’m anxious to hang onto. I’ll probably feel the same way one year from now even if the Republicans screw up 2012 big enough to allow Barack Obama an unjustifiable second term.
I just hate having to relinquish my favorite 1/3 of any given year for the beginning of the 2/3rds that do almost nothing for me. Halloween is almost 11 months away. The Summer heat won’t let up for another eight or nine months. Hell, Christmas, beloved Christmas is almost a year away now.
I’ll be grudgingly all right tomorrow, or in a week or two. But for now, I’m inconsolable.