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Well it’s Christmas morning ladies and gentlemen.
Merry Christmas y’all.
For all tents and porpoises, I’ve got to say that this particular decade has probably been one of the strangest ones, and I generally look forward to leaving it in favor of one where I can actually refer to it as the 20’s much like we did with the 80’s and the 90’s.
Referring to that grouping of days, weeks, and months between 2010 and now as the “teens” hasn’t ever sounded right to me, save for the realization I just had when I started writing this particular sentence.
The reason this decade has been so strange is because we’ve all been trapped in our teens where we’ve been navigating the ravages of adolescence, a condition resplendent with raging hormones, irrational behavior, genital warfare, and the occasional spate of acne.
Seriously y’all, if you could boil down the events of the last 10 years down and describe it as anything, wouldn’t adolescence be a pretty good choice?
Now, in a mere week, we’ll move on to a new decade where we can set aside our narcissistic temper tantrums and begin acting like adults.
I almost finished that sentence off with the word “again”. I’m still pondering if it would have been appropriate.
Save for the fireworks which will be launched in my neighborhood that will subsequently trigger the sufficiently medicated TharpSter TreadMill into a frenetic state about what she perceives as yet another end of the world, I look forward to the arrival of 2020 next week.
Here’s hoping you do too.
