Wow. Just wow. I’d give a slow clap if I had the energy after the shitstorm of this year. Not only did we have a whopper of a year in regards to gun violence, but Donald Trump is running for dictator and I just found out that Libertarian Furries exist. 2015 sucked so badly I’m almost impressed.
There was no eye to the hurricane, just a constant deluge of crippling hurts.
We lost Christopher Lee, Jonathon Crombie, Leonard Nimoy, Scott Weiland, Beau Biden, Jackie Collins, and John Nash. 2015 saw no justice for Freddie Gray, and police acquittals for the execution of people of color seemed endless if police were prosecuted at all. America had a mass shooting every single day of the year, and everyone looked around going “Gosh, when will this end” while defunding Planned Parenthood and showing yet another Republican debate on television. 2015 solidified that not only do black lives not matter, but neither do trans lives nor women’s lives. We had the failure of passing HERO (thanks, Houston!) and state after state defunded Planned Parenthood due to the completely falsified “baby parts” situation. Right now I’m dealing with being represented by Hilary Clinton, a conservative emblem of a mediocre dynasty, Bernie Sanders, someone who wants a cookie for acknowledging that black lives don’t just matter when they are marching with Martin Luther King Jr., and Carly Fiorina who reminds me just how effectively women can uphold the patriarchy.
On a personal note, I opened the year with my beloved cat dying. Continued on in a job that did everything it could to fuck me over. Spent 5 days in Fresno in July. I got laid off and everyone I know and care about lost their job, got dumped, lost their housing, or had a serious illness.
I spent the entire year dating, an adventure I have tried to call something other than Bullshit but alas, I’m not feeling terribly creative. 3 breakups in one year including living out the novels Brideshead Revisited and Anna Karenina (don’t worry, I’m Vronsky but it still sucked).
I spent this year living at the top of my lungs. I spent it reeling from the friction that the world let loose. I don’t want to become calloused despite having earned it. I don’t want to sacrifice my bravery just because it dips into stupidity. I don’t want to stop falling in love or trying to change the world but I’m hoarser and harsher as this year closes than when it began.
So I lay to rest the ghosts of disappointing lovers, the jobs that snatched at our security and self esteem, and every single politician that roams the country. I put every single comment about the second amendment or the purity of capitalism into a box and am burying it. I am putting all major media corporations onto an piece of ice and pushing them out to sea. I am lighting candles for everyone who lost someone this year. I’m giving hugs and hope to everyone who lost their jobs or housing. I’m sending love to everyone who was let down this year.
I want you to remember something, 2015, and have it burned into your brain. 2016 is going to be infinitely better than the handful of bullshit you handed me this year. It will be a year of confidence and success and glory. It will be a year where my country doesn’t manage to constantly let me down. I will not be chronically disappointed nor hungover with the agony of human failings. 2016 is going to rally where you softened and rolled over in surrender. 2016 is going to treat us all a lot better. Because I fucking say so.
Rot in pieces, 2015. You will not be missed.