A late welcoming of a year.

Yes, an awfully late welcome, but better late than never; correct?
So in spirit of the New Year, I wish every single one of you the best of luck with yet another dreary and predictable year of drama and exaggerations, fights and reconciliations, departures and arrivals and stress like you'll never believe.

As for most of us it will be the beginning of a year which we are told will make or break our entire future. A year that is pumped so full of stress, responsibilities and complications that by the end of it the only way we can cope is by partaking in copious ammounts of binge drinking and various acts of vandalism. Yes, my good friends! It is the final year of VCE. The reason we spend thirteen years of our lives in school. The year in which we are forced to plan the rest of our lives. The year when expectations are high and performance low.

Welcome to 2010.



For some, the year has begun wonderfully. And congratulations to those of you who are optimistic. I am proud and envious, I truly am. For I never expect anything special to happen with the turn of the year. To me, it is merely another day in the long and monotonous life I lead.


Naturally, I should not dampen your new year hopes with my cynical and pessimistic view of the world. I am sure that your entire life will change it's course purely because of our Western way of measuring time. I mean, why wouldn't the world re-align for the benefit of a couple of countries and cultures that have decided the year is over and life will now start new? It makes perfect sense to me.

All that said, I am one to partake in the resolutions that seem to be so important to people. However, I do lack the trust in myself and the powers of the magical New Year to expect anything I wish to happen, to actually happen. For me, I always pick the same things. Eat properly (always fail), Be nicer (fail also), Stop manipulating people into believing that they have a chance purely for my own satisfaction and sick sadistic joy (fail, of course). So looking at my track record, why do I bother? Because like all of you, I am desperately clinging to the idea that one day can change my habits, self motivation and general lack of interest in anything other than myself.


So welcome to you, two-thousand-and-ten. Welcome to life. Welcome to the world. Welcome to crushing disappointment and general mediocrity.