Hello, and welcome to 2017. This year is going to be good. Sometimes. Sometimes it’s going to suck. But I’m in a good place about it in that way where you’ve broken up with someone and you’re finally feeling okay until a sad song comes on and suddenly you’re doing the ugly cry and drinking too much and calling your girlfriends who later think maybe they should have an intervention but then don’t because your fucked-up life is a very entertaining thing to talk about and it’s keeping the gang all together. Wait. I forgot what I was talking about.
Oh! Right. 2017.
So I am proclaiming this year The Year of The Pillow Fort because I am officially insulating myself from the pointless bullshit of life as much as possible. And while I’m in the pillow fort I’m going to do some things to make life better. Things like heroin. Wait, no. Not that.
Things like finishing the book that I’ve been staring at with anxious paralysis whenever I start to doubt myself. Things like making one good decision a day. Things like walking away when someone on the internet is wrong. Things like waking up before noon and seeing the glorious, ridiculous and fantastic things that are happening all around. Like yesterday I saw this kite stuck in a tree and I thought, “Wow. That’s…really pretty. And probably it super-sucked for someone but look at this lovely accidental art installation that was created from utter disaster.” Then I decided to take a picture of it to remind me that fuck-ups can be beautiful and so I got out of my car to take a picture but while I was doing it this dog ran past me really fast and it scared me so I turned around and apparently he was being chased by this other dog and I accidentally kicked that dog in the face. Then I felt really bad and I was like, “OH MY GOD. I AM SO SORRY. COME HERE AND LET ME PET YOU BETTER” but he just glared at me and kept chasing the other dog so I guess he was okay. This story doesn’t wrap up well. I should have stopped before the dog-kicking stuff.
Long story short, I’m still going to be a total fuck-up but I plan on being a slightly different version of fucked up and if things get scary I’m going to hide in my pillow fort. The one in my mind. And also in living room most of the time. And you are invited too. And when things get scary, and they will, you can come hide with me in the pillow fort of my mind. It’s going to be messy and crowded and there are gonna be a lot of animals and books and leftover chinese food in there but there is always room for you. Come on over.
Welcome to 2017 you beautiful, broken things.