2010: My Gritty Reboot
Another year is over. I said in my previous post that I would reserve judgement for 2010 until I see the big picture. Right now, the big picture is less blurred, but it’s still not clearly visible. When the year tarted, I was working several jobs, one of which involved doing a part time phone monkey gig. I was working to ensure that the then-girlfriend graduated, but we all know how that went.
In 12 months, I’ve had three jobs, moved to three different houses, did a whole bunch of other shit and before I kneew it, the time wherein I vow to quit smoking and save money is once again upon us. It all makes for one hell of a story, but if there’s a point to all the 2010 shenanigans, it’s that sometimes, you have to destroy everything and then make do.
Here are the highlights.
The Beginning. The year started off with two events that didn’t directly involve me but still influence me enough to start picking up the pieces of my shattered 2009. First, the fact that The Killers’ concert was cancelled. Second, my favorite wrestler retires. The first thing made me sick of not getting what I want yet again, the second make me feel old. Those two events made me determine that it was time for me to ensure that I never have a bad year again, even if it kills me.
The Part Timers. Working a part time phone monkey gig introduced me to a lot of new, interesting people. While their influence in my life has been somewhat minimal, the thought of still being able to find new people to hang out with and somehow connect on a more personal level appealed to me. It was my time with them that inspired me enough to drop everything and just go for whatever it is I wanted to accomplish before my supposed expiration date.
The Project. If there’s one thing that’s driven me all year, it’s the completion of the project. Any project for that matter. While it did not come out as expected, finally working on something was my first step to actualizing many things that I’ve set out to do. It also brought forth some very memorable moments, and somehow I’d like to think that the whole project kept from ging completely off the radar, considering the people involved.
The Evil Empire. No matter what has been said about the place, visiting the Empire a few weeks ago truly made me appreciate it’s value. I went to work there at the request of a friend, left because of what I think was needed for my family. All in all, my time there, as I always compared it to, was like my time high school. It wasn’t always fun, sometimes it was downright dreadful, but knowing you survived it, seeing the people you survived it with, it’s empowering.
The Reunions. This year, I’ve had Angels, I’ve had Scoobies, I’ve had OWLers, and thanks to the project I’ve also had a chance to reunite with Bert (who i’m going to start calling the Gadgeteer, cause he was bitching about getting a “cool” nickname), The Uber Geek and The Critic. (The Boys from the “Binondo incident”.) Also, with the death of our beloved high school teacher, there was a reunion with the people from my teen years. I’ve always seen high school reunions as something completely dreadful, but considering what I’ve been through, I’m good. A few days ago I even attended a grade school reunion. Equally mind numbing, but reunions usually are.
Oh, and The Spirit and I? Ugly fight.
The Back Room. I also bit the bullet a bit and did a gig I also once said I wouldn’t do. It has yet to pay off, and I’m not really sure if it will, but being able to bend my principles wwwhen necessary was an ability I never thought I still had.
The Open Mic. Stand up comedy and me. We apparently go together.
The Girlfriend. Yeah, I gushed enough about her and us. Things are good enough, and hopefully this one will finally be the one that defines the next several years of my life.
The Conclusion. Good year. Not a great year, but good enough. The Gadgeteer once commented that I was searching for Utopia, and it was an impossible task. I say nay, naturally. There are nno impossible tasks, just impossible people. This year was good, but considering the year I had before, any year would be an improvement. Next year, I plan to have a greeat one. I shall find my Utopia.
See you in 2011.
