I should have known better.
Past precedent may not be indicative of future performance, but it sure as shit is a better bet than not. The year began to decline quickly, then just short of 5 months in it took a nosedive into an abyss of shit that my life has not climbed out of yet, and does not appear to in risk of rising above in the near future.
So here's what I'll do. I'll go over the old list.
- Propose to my girl in a personal and creative fashion
Heh, the cruelest cut of all. At the time is seemed so certain we were going to get married. We were arriving at the point where it was something we both wanted. Then it all just...fell apart. Fell apart. It's like trying to pick up one too many things in your hands. One thing starts to slip, so you adjust to get it, which causes another to go, so you adjust again, then another slips, and so on and so on until everything falls from your fingers and you're left staring at your empty hands, wondering what happened. Everything seemed in control. Now you're got nothing to hold on to.
- Make more blog posts that start with movie quotes
I tried. I doubt I succeeded. I haven't written much. Anything I write is bitching, no one wants to read it. I can tell by the lack of responses.
- Play the new version of Dwarf Fortress
Didn't touch it. Movies were my escape this year.
- Get my guitar out once a month
I touched it once.
- REALLY start to work on losing weight, to perhaps look good in a tux
After I got dumped I reached a new high in weight. I've lost some, but it's still higher than it's been in the past decade or so. I've had to buy new clothes. I don't think I'm going to lose weight anytime soon. And it scares me, because I feel my lifespan shortening.
- Finish the origami page-a-day calender from last year
Still sitting there, unfinished.
- Succeed in doing some good science
I may have done that. Or at least started it.
- REALLY submit a story for publication (am I repeating myself here?)
Did, a number of times. All rejections. Most pretty nasty rejections.
- Finish the stack of books next to my bed
All but one. I don't know if I'll ever reach the point of mental stability where I'll be able to read The Road without wanting to kill myself. It's not about good or bad, the prose is heartbreakingly beautiful, but it's a depressing as fuck book and I can't handle that right now.
- Take a trip with my girl
We were planning a trip to Chicago when she dumped me.
- Take a chill pill
Not even close.
- Take a number
I applied to 43 jobs. I think that counts.
- Take a vacation before December
Does the day before and after Thanksgiving count? Cause those are the only other vacation days I took this year before December.
- Take a moment
I got drunk the night I got dumped. I think that counts.
- Work 8 hours without turning on my computer
Nope.
- Eat a balanced breakfast
Nope.
- Balance the books
Nope.
- Book a flight
Actually did that.
- Try to be happy
Does increasing my medication count?
- Hold myself to my New Years resolutions only so much as I want, and not feel guilty if I fail
Failed.
So what about a new list? I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to. I could put down pithy comments, or serious comments, or whatever, but it all boils down to one thing for me this year.
- Try to make it through the year without killing myself
Perhaps it a bit melodramatic. It is, in fact. I've never been suicidal. But every time I fall into depression I feel myself trending in that direction just a little bit more, a little bit more. And my life keeps getting worse and worse and worse, and judging by my job situation it's not going to get any better. So maybe next time is the time I buy the gun. And the time after is the time I get the bullets. How many lives do I have left? Who knows. Who knows how many lives any of us have left.
Life. Sucks. So all I can try to resolve for this next year is to survive. It's all I got left.
