So, it is that time of year. Oh yes, it is. The time of year where I get asked the same thing by the same people who have got the same answer, or lack thereof, for years now. It is officially the time that people ask the Bear if this year was easier to get through. If this year was less painful around the holidays. If this year the anniversaries burned a little less.
Yes, people ask me those things, and things even far denser if you can accept that fact into your normal day to day life. Now, I am not particularly friends with people who ask me these questions, more acquaintances, if that. These are the kind of people that someone who has spent a majority of their life seems to gather to them as the years, and yes, even the decades, go by.
I used to get mad at people who would ask me these things. I would scream and stomp and roar and rage. It isn’t worth it though, it never really was actually. Do I get a minute satisfaction getting it off my chest? I suppose I do, but it makes me feel even angrier when I realize I fed the troll, even if the troll thought that they were the good guy and they were”showing concern”.
I am not going to indulge the askers of these questions by giving them a daily breakdown of my mental health. If you know me well enough at all you are pretty sure how to do that thing anyway. Instead, I am going to take this moment to say goodbye to the year. I don’t think I will be doing anything particularly on my blog in the next few days, so I thought it apropos to say something now.
If you take away anything, if you are American in this particular use case, from the two thousand and nineteenth year of the Gregorian count it should be that, well you know right?
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