2021 Sucked Moose Scrotum
Congratulations 2021! You’ve been the shittiest year of my life since 2001! That quite a high bar, so, yeah, kudos. I never thought I’d experience the same amount of shared existential dread and personal grief that I did 20 years ago, but you did it, 2021! You did it! You are the slimiest cesspool of suckage I’ve ever lived through.
But seriously. This year has been a bag of rancid dicks for pretty much everyone. I’m ecstatically happy to see 2021 go. Can’t wait to boot it out on its treacherous ass. Stupid fucking year that sucks.
Just coping with day-to-life for the past two years has been challenging enough with dropping some other traumatic shit in the pot like death and illness. Shit’s enough to push even a strong person over the edge.
One of the few bright spots this shite year afforded me was engaging with my fellow authors, readers, and editors here on Medium. I was at the end of my tether with social media and found myself doing most of my interaction here.
A wise choice.
So thank you to all my new friends. Thank you for making me laugh and making me think. (And props to the occasional troll for the comic relief, you’re precious.) Goofing and conversing with you guys has added a whole new dimension to Medium that I wish I’d taken advantage of all along. There’s a true sense of community and camaraderie. Well, better late than never, I suppose.
One of my commenters recently noted that they loved my comment sections almost as much as the articles. I had to agree and told them that’s because my readers rock. You guys are funny, smart, and witty as fuck, and add so much awesomeness to my page. I’m not one for tagging but you all know who are you are. Thanks for being a daily bright spot in my life.
OK, enough of that sappy shit, I’m going back to being a bad bitch before I hurt myself or pull something or scare you guys.
(“Happy New Year, my friends,” she said, with equal parts of trepidation and hope.)