One Year Less
I have never liked
celebrating my birthday. Birthdays only remind me that I am one year closer to
dying.
Last December 28 was
my birthday, and were it not for two old friends who actually made the trouble
of going to my house to greet me personally, I would probably spend my birthday
just like I did the year before (and the year before that): playing a video game.
As it was, the three
of us drank and talked about old times.
I’m glad they came;
I actually enjoyed my birthday this year, which surprised me.
I suspect I am turning
into a grouchy old fart, though.
And I find I am
content to be a grouchy old fart.
What the hell, I am
disappointed and disillusioned with the world—and the world is disappointed and
disillusioned with me.
Might as well live
with that, and accept my grouchy old
fart persona, even if I am not as old as this old fart:
This is probably my
last post for 2011. Frankly, I didn’t think this blog would go past this year,
given my talent for procrastination.
But then, I discovered that I truly
enjoy blogging. Yet another thing that surprises me. I think we should always
try to surprise ourselves. In a good way, of course.
For 2012, I’d try
writing more about Philippine history; there are many things about this country’s
history that are simply fascinating, and I don't think I even made a single post about the subject.
There, I am actually
excited about the coming year! Will wonders never cease.
Anyway, have an exciting
new year—and may our fuck-ups be small and unimportant.
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