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My extraordinary talent for bad timing continues to perfect itself. Harsh words escaped whence tenderer ones remained trapped. Tears ran amuck. Pent-up anguish exploded in undignified and unsatisfying ways. All on a night which should have belonged to joviality (or at least substance-induced memory loss).
Mishaps like the above aside, I take no particular liking or disliking to NYEs. Have had my share of good ones; though the duds are always more memorable and noteworthy. Like the time I closed up @ the Sunflower then drove around the back roads of KP until midnight. Or the time I showed a 6yo N 'the real' Cottesloe beach.
I don't see my close friends nearly enough on NYEs. Because I have this notion, irrational or not, that they'd rather do something else. And since I don't need to hang out with randoms merely for the sake of not-being-alone, I am often left with few options. Yet somehow, most years, I end up somewhere mildly entertaining.
Tonight, I could have joined:
[a] an orgy (or, more realistically: witnessed one)
[b] some mates in Northbridge
[c] a polyamorous relationship (unrelated to [a])
Why did I choose to stay home and pick a fight instead. *face in palm*
Before the swelling around my eyes subsides along with my pettiness, before I surrender again to the grandeur of Life and the healing/eroding power of Time, I must bid adieu to 2006. A year dominated by immaturity, neglected by romance and intellectual advancement, saved by fascinating new friendships and deepening old ones, and topped off with the unexpected revelation of a conceivable career path. A year of non-saving, pig slaughtering, all-nighter uni assignments, one-way love-hate mail, being gaysian and meeting same, crying and laughing more than ever before ... A year hopefully to be followed by a no less eventful one.
Unlike my anti-ritualist fellow blogger, I've made a few real NY resolutions:
Mishaps like the above aside, I take no particular liking or disliking to NYEs. Have had my share of good ones; though the duds are always more memorable and noteworthy. Like the time I closed up @ the Sunflower then drove around the back roads of KP until midnight. Or the time I showed a 6yo N 'the real' Cottesloe beach.
I don't see my close friends nearly enough on NYEs. Because I have this notion, irrational or not, that they'd rather do something else. And since I don't need to hang out with randoms merely for the sake of not-being-alone, I am often left with few options. Yet somehow, most years, I end up somewhere mildly entertaining.
Tonight, I could have joined:
[a] an orgy (or, more realistically: witnessed one)
[b] some mates in Northbridge
[c] a polyamorous relationship (unrelated to [a])
Why did I choose to stay home and pick a fight instead. *face in palm*
Before the swelling around my eyes subsides along with my pettiness, before I surrender again to the grandeur of Life and the healing/eroding power of Time, I must bid adieu to 2006. A year dominated by immaturity, neglected by romance and intellectual advancement, saved by fascinating new friendships and deepening old ones, and topped off with the unexpected revelation of a conceivable career path. A year of non-saving, pig slaughtering, all-nighter uni assignments, one-way love-hate mail, being gaysian and meeting same, crying and laughing more than ever before ... A year hopefully to be followed by a no less eventful one.
Unlike my anti-ritualist fellow blogger, I've made a few real NY resolutions:
- Give less, take more
- Save up $15,000
- Lose 5kg
- Learn 3 performable guitar pieces
- Find 50 more films to like
- Own real property
- Spend more time reading than eating
- Win my first case
- Avoid emotionally unavailable people
- Fall in love
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