2023: Good Ol’ Ballgame
2023, another year. There seems to be an endless supply of them nowadays.
I’m not sure how to send off 2022. Honestly, it wasn’t all that bad, I quite frankly found great success, pushing myself creatively and professionally. The years are better if you view them at arms length, I know it’s over (and quite frankly annoying to bring up), but Covid is undeniably the defining trait of the last few years, 2020 and 2021, were the lockdown eras. 2022 however was about maturing, several people realizing that it’s over and carrying on, no matter how badly they want to work from home in their PJ’s. That is what 2022 was for most people, a transition period from being scared for their lives and realizing that they wasted two years of their life being scared. That realization affects people, it shakes up their belief in themselves and the officials they trust (or should). Due to childhood trauma, I have never trusted officials, or most people for that matter. This distrust has given me a unique viewpoint of the past few years, I still laugh at myself in 2019 telling my dad that we just have to wear masks until we “flatten the curve”, that was a short-lived joke.
2023 is going to shock people I believe, people might even find that their own opinions on matters they felt firm in change. I know I have. I care less, I am slowly becoming more and more nihilistic and disinterested as things grow bleaker and bleaker. Our government officials are still lizard like pedo’s with a lust for power and money (not changing anytime soon). The rich elites are still exploiting the working lads to see profits and margins in the green year over year, quarter over quarter (not changing anytime soon). And the rich and government officials have become closer friends than ever before (not changing anytime soon). Everything is a number, and everyone is a stat on someone’s bottom line, a vote that can tick their percentage one degree. You are either worth it to keep or you’ll have to be let go (both in the literal sense but in the metaphorical as well). Every day I can see why the uni-bomber receded into the wilderness to live off the land, away from everything, his other ideas/methods not so much.
Going into 2023, I’m excited, though. Excited because when you don’t have stake on either team, you can just enjoy the game. When you have skin in the game, you are pacing around, nervously rambling to yourself incoherently. The elites have your skin in their game. Get uninterested, remove yourself from politics, stop caring. When you don’t care, you aren’t turning away from the field goal hoping to make the over/under. You can just sit down and watch some good ol’ fashion ball. And that is my plan going into 2023. I am going to watch.
