2017… was not my finest hour to say the least.
Friends would likely claim 2016 as one of my least proud of years, and if you look at 2017 in comparison, well… They might be right. But who’s really keeping track anyways? Certainly not every domain of social media right around the end of the year (Oh wait, that’s what they all do, fuck).
Snapchat went through my ever-so-thrilling 2017 for me without my even asking, and being the non-comformative-full-of-sh*t that I am, I watched the captivatingly BORING video. What did I learn? I learnt that this year I gained the ability to become independent, or rather, learn to accept that it’s okay to hide away in your home for days on end with your two cats like the sad introvert that I am deep down inside. I learnt that I had amazing friends going into 2017, ones that would last all of eternity – if you count 6-12 months as an eternity. And I learnt that when I had always thought money didn’t matter and there would always be plenty to go around if you worked hard enough, that was a big fat gigantic lie. All in all, I want to thank Snapchat deeply for the reminder that my year was my “sink or swim” year of all years.
Fortunately, my 23 years of life has taught me that social media knows no real truths and not one single self-absorbed human being (yes, we are all self-absorbed) will be able to determine my success. Although this year seemed like the kind of horrible, embarrassing thing that I will never get away from, I know that the reality is that I will one day laugh at this all 20 years from now, sort of like we do when we remember that day we were pantsed in grade school. Introverting is only a coping mechanism that many of us use to hideaway from the sad reality of modern society, friends will come and go, few of which tend to suck on to you like a leech and never let go (in the positive, happy way), and while money does come to you if you work hard, it really doesn’t when you are unemployed for two months and can barely manage to make a basic living standard.
Over this last year, I managed to get back on my feet and restart my life, I learned to live alone happily, I managed to eat without owning a microwave (Shocker, I know!), and I regained a new found appreciation for being a real, honest, not-assholey and semi-decent human being and surrounding myself with like-minded people around me. That if you ask me, is a win of a year. Oh, and I didn’t become homeless or an escort, huge win.
Basic lesson from 2017 for me: Sometimes life gets really, really, really, shitty. But even when you’re on your knees pleading to whatever sort of mystic creature you believe in that is supposed to save us all when we’re falling to hell, life gets shittier anyways. So stand up and quit bitching, because nobody likes a whiner.
Neesh Media 