"Hey world! You ready for another year of me? Well, I hope so because here I come! Yayyyy!"

That's what I say every year when the clock strikes 12 on New Year's Eve. It's my yearly ritual. Makes me feel better about myself. More powerful, better equipped, handsomer, etc. Said those same words this year, too, of course. Did it in the mirror this time. Was kind of cool. Kind of weird, too. I was dressed as a lumberjack. Still not sure why. It just felt right at the time. I mean, if I was going to say those words and really mean it I knew I was going to have to dress up as a lumberjack.

But when I did it, when I actually dressed up as a lumberjack and looked into my bathroom mirror and said "Hey world! You ready for another year of me? Well, I hope so because here I come! Yayyyy!" it felt sort of wrong. It felt like maybe the world wasn't ready for another year of me. Or that I wasn't ready for it. I don't know. It's so confusing.

A part of me wishes I could go back and do it over again, only this time not while not dressed as a lumberjack. It would have been so much better. There are like a million other people I could have dressed up as. Or I maybe I wouldn't have dressed up at all. I'm not sure. I'd have to think about that one some more. But a lumberjack? What was I thinking? I'm not a lumberjack--the lumberjacks have told me so themselves, many times. Why can't I just face facts and admit that I don't have what it takes to be a lumberjack? God, I'm so stupid sometimes.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

This post is dedicated to the Keyboard Kid.