Check a calendar, and you might find something special. It's the end of a year, but it is, in fact, even more than that. It is the end of a decade.
Possibly your first full one. In 1999, I was but a child, not the intellectual (ie narcissistic), well-rounded person I think others consider myself to be. And who knows where we all will be, at the dawning of the next decade. That's a huge ten years away. We will all have moved on. God knows if I will even correspond with the people I hold dearest to me now. I'll have a real job, and my own house and (maybe) a blog with a decent following. I feel, in this time of sentimentality, that a gesture to you, our readers, nay, guests, is in order. This time, 2019, I will make a post on this very site, and acknowledge you, the people of my past, and show you that we do not forget, only reprioritize. Mark your calenders, you won't want to miss it.
As of the writing of this post, in 3 minutes, the decade will be over, and will just be another decade in our rear view mirrors, and much later, merely a footnote in the century. But to those of us who lived through it, it was so much more. We all lived, loved, lost, and felt, in that decade. It was much more vibrant than the echoes of the decades that preceded us. Our culture will soon be so outdated, that to imitate it is to invite scorn. The Dark Knight will soon be an obscure flick for only the hardcore-est movie buffs, and Lady GaGa will (if the is a God and/or justice) be resigned to the fate of Rick Astley or Britney Spears.We will have lived through some very good, and very bad times. We witnessed the evolution of the internet, but also of war against a foe we neither relate to, or undertand. I hope we can just learn to cope as well as we can and survive.
I'm not sure if Torwch or I sya this, but thank you, to all you viewers. You don't comment as much as we might like (wink, nudge), but I digress. To the new decade evryone. Chins up.