#yearendplans

Well,  I officially reached the age where my only Christmas presents were clothes. I also think I might be sick. And I overate my diet again. Not the greatest chain of events for me.

More importantly, I wrapped another present with my cousin for you, but this time I didn’t give it to her to hand to you. Nor did I mention you at all. Now its just a mysterious present lying in my trunk, poorly wrapped by cousin A. (To her credit, she did work very seriously on it. I think she might take it as a career path.) I think it will stay there a while. That is real progress right? I think last year I gave a present to her to hand to you. Did it ever make it to you? I don’t know, and I don’t think it matters. 

I expect by this time next year, I will remember and think about you less. Hopefully nobody says your name or mentions you. That might trigger terribly fond memories. And that would be bad. So don’t do anything outstanding or stand out. Thanks.

Well anyway, happy holidays! May your days be filled with all the time in the world to read and be on your computer or whatever you do these days.

Best Regards,

Bloated Guy

12-25-16

P. S. I never thought I would use triggered. I suppose this tumblr thing just rubs off on me. 

P.S.S. I also called my cousin’s friend a guy, when she was actually a girl. I wonder if you can imagine how awkward that car ride was. Probably as bad as the time I met your brother when I was looking to talk to you and had to introduce myself.

P.S.S.S.  I always think about not posting these, but I read about consistency bias. How someone will change their memories to be consistent with their current beliefs. So I am writing this now. In case (hopes) of when my feelings change, I can at least remember a bit of who I was at this time. Plus I am a bit narcissistic and it might improve my writing. So I will try to post daily starting from the New Year and see how far I get. I expect it will be like the New Year’s resolution to diet and go to the gym(AKA last about 3 days), but sometimes even I can surprise myself. (Christ, how can I be narcissistic and have such a low opinion of my abilities? Must be because I am a millenial.)