Dear 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009 at 12:03AM | By Bojacob Dear 2009,
I'm not even sure why I'm writing you, as if you're some sort of person or entity. I suppose in some ways, you could be alive, since I can't figure out for the life of me how a single month of yours could contain happiness, awe, worry, depression, anxiety, curiosity, fear, pride, suffering, love, and some other emotions I forgot. Sigmund Freud would have had a field day.
I'm not exactly feeling too good right now, so I may as well blame you. Perhaps I'm being too unfair, but then, why not? You're just a year. If I can't take it out on people, I may as well take it out on you. It's not like you'll feel depressed (read: it's not like you'll have a bunch of neurotransmitters firing into some receptors that tell your brain to make the host feel like shit.) That's what separates us, a soul (read: a brain that is controlled by a bunch of chemicals.)
Is this pessimism I read in my words? Hmm, must have been a rogue 5-hydroxytryptamine. If you're wondering about my Biology prowess, it's just Wikipedia. It turns any freak into a doctor, don't you know?
Look at me rambling! It seems like I'll have to keep my chemicals in check. Bad Serotonin!
I really just wanted to tell you one thing. Here's a hint, it start with a big fat F!
2009: What is it?
Me: GA-! wtf!?
2009: Sorry if I scared you. But, what is it?
Me: Uh, what is what?
2009: I can see you're writing me a letter. You don't seem very happy.
Me: ... I'm not. You know, privacy is a good thing to respect?
2009: You're writing ME a letter that I can't read?
Me: Am I supposed to make sense when I'm depressed?
2009: Listen, you really think these things don't happen for a reason? You never know what's at the other end.
Me: I guess. I just wish this reason shows up already. Ah well, good things come to those who wait, yeah?
2009: Better things come to those who take action.
Me: mehh.. are you going to talk to me about spinning some gear crap to make things happen?
2009: Did it once already. I think you know what you're supposed to do.
Me: I don't, I really don't. Help me out here.
2009: You'll find out. Bye.
Me: Wait! ..wait..sigh
.....
I really just wanted to tell you one thing:
F... ...
Forty-two.
Reader Comments (9)
Don't let it get to you man. Cheer up and let it own in hard body work. You'll feel better
dude i think its time to ditch that waving cat it seems it has some weird effect on your brain cells...
Not off to a good start eh? If it makes you feel any better, 2009 does not seem to be working out for anyone, nothing personal against you.
Hang in there, things will turn around, or something like that.
Bashar: Thanks bud :) Hard to get started on the gym again. I do have Rock Band though.
mjkout: The battery ran out, that's what happened :(
BornConfuzed: Hanging in there is pretty much all I can do. Ah well, at least there's fellow sufferers heh.
I don't know why or how, but when I'm sad, I listen to this piece http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3JcuEA0IrM . It kind of speaks to me. I wish you the very best of 2009.
Thanks Some1 :) I'm really into pianos 3ad
forty two shinoo ?
o why r u depressed?
oh btw tell 2009 I'm waiting too BASTARD!
42.. It’s the answer to the question of life, the universe and everything.
Dude, 2009 seems okay. 2008 on the other hand was Bubba, and it was I who dropped the soap.
Fayoora: Not depressed anymore :) o yo9al :p
Z: hahahah, yeah I do agree. 2009 is more like a hunky Steve eying your crush.