As anyone who knew me while I was in any grade between eighth and hrmm, probably tenth grades can attest, I’m not really used to looking on the bright side of life without a sarcastic comment. “Oh yeah, we’re trapped on a ship that’s sinking and we don’t have enough life boats, but at least we’re together.” Or something like that.
But I dunno, I just looked back on 2011 to see what my nostalgic 2011/2012 facebook status would be if I didn’t feel like sharing that much information with a group of people containing people I’ve hated, disliked, never met, or forgotten was kinda strange, and altogether I’ve been blessed. I’ve never said that before. That I’ve been blessed. But in this case it fits.
I’ve had great friends that have helped me through things I never thought I could make it through. Friends that listened to me whine, friends that put up with amounts of teasing that would’ve broken the temper of many pacifists. I’ve had great relationships begin, end, pause, and resume.
I could really go on for ages about how great my friends are. Because like so many other Americans in my age range, they make up so much of my life. And in this area I have been very, very lucky.
And don’t get me wrong, my mood has definitely been unusually happy in areas other than relationships. I’ve done well in classes, I’ve become happier with myself, and I wrote 50,000 words in a month. It’s just a lot harder to gush about how happy those things make me, unless I’m talking to someone face to face and they know the right way to draw me out of my shell.
So yes, a new year has started. And I guess I don’t really get why this is so great, it’s just another day, week, or month, but I’m sure, armed with a giraffe calendar and a beginning semester 1/2 full of English classes, 2012 should be pretty okay.
