Happy New Year!

My New Year's Eve was completely uneventful. The party I had planned on attending was canceled last-minute and so, rather than scramble around trying to make new plans when most of our friends were out of town anyway, Jess and I just wound up having a wine, cheese, and '90s movies night. Which was actually perfectly fine with me, because I secretly hate New Year's Eve for the same reason that I hate Saint Patrick's Day: it is amateur night. (Although recently, my drinking has resulted in some pretty amateur behavior, so...make of that what you will).

I for one am thrilled that 2007 is over. My 2007 was terrible. Well, that isn't strictly true. It was only the first three or four months that were so bad, and they were really just characterized by the burning wreckage of events that happened in late 2006. But in any case, I had an inordinate amount of crap dumped on me last winter. I mean, the whole traumatic escape from a burning building, the subsequent panic attacks, the being involved with a guy who turned out not to be just an asshole as initially expected but pretty much straight-up abusive, the alleged caring friend who turned out to be the most conniving, malicious one of all...it was a lot for one girl to have to work through. You know how they say when it rains, it pours? Well for me, the beginning of 2007 was a freaking hurricane, and it is truly a testament to the fact that I have such wonderfully supportive friends and family that I am even here right now.

Actually, I was thinking about that a lot yesterday. Not because I was necessary feeling all symbolic about the new year, but because it was on New Year's Eve 2006 that my life went from being crudely held together with bits of string and tape to falling apart completely and irreparably. I'm not especially prone to depression, but I woke up on January 1, 2007 and literally wanted to die. So when I woke up on January 1, 2008 feeling happy and hopeful about the future and without even a distant echo of self-hatred (to which I am prone, at least first thing in the morning), I realized just how far I've come. And I decided, despite my general distaste for New Year's resolutions, my actual, official New Year's resolution is that I'm never going to wake up hating myself ever again. Or anybody else. Life is too short, and there is already too much negativity in the universe without me putting my own out there.

(Hatred negativity, I mean. Not making fun of people negativity. God, what would I do all day?)

Also, a note to anyone stopping by my blog who has no idea what I'm talking about (which, actually, is pretty much everyone, come to think of it): I'll write about it someday. I mean, comedy does equal tragedy plus time. But the statute of limitations on it being Not Funny has not yet run out. I'd say we're looking at another two years. But we'll see.