At last we are full fledged forced into another calender year, and per the usual all have weighed in on just how ultra amazing or super crappy 2012 was. And all I can think about is: the poor year.
Each year, every year, so put upon with anticipation, hope, woe, scorn, and glee. Another year’s worth of diurnal hygienic tasks from tooth brushing to toenail clipping to bowel movements, the most mundane of sun up to sun down activities to the most looked upon. Elections, premieres, births, deaths, graduations, whatever milestone life events you may imagine. And then all the emotion attached to each of these moments. The leaky tires, broken engagements, unfavorable rulings, and flat face failings that fall short the idyllic, escaping the sublime, and harshly clinging to a set of 365 days.