I can’t wait for each new day, to watch history unfold.
I’ve had a lurking, sick feeling that every milestone, birthday, family event and holiday needs to be celebrated as if it were the last we’ll be able to celebrate for a long time, for going on four years.
I’m either getting “the boy who cried wolf” syndrome or have just become acclimated to living in a depression, and the looming collapse of yet another institution or country is starting to seem normal.
Dangerous, I know. If you had asked me in 2008 if I’d be battling complacency on the eve of 2012 given all that has transpired since, I’d have thought you were crazy.
I’ve been saying the same thing to my wife for the past year. It feels like we are in 1938/39.