Well, looks like I was wrong yet again.
You may remember yesterday when I
commented on how it seems like Carrie Fisher had been able to beat
the Grim Reaper known as 2016.. Little did I know that just four
hours after I wrote that sentence she would become the year's latest
victim.
Hope I wasn't a jinx, or anything.
I realize that trying to blame a year
for something is like trying to blame the sun for shining. A year is
not a physical entity. 2016 did not physically reach down and rip
everyone from Prince to Carrie Fisher from our hands. 2016 is not to
blame for any of this.
But still...2016 has really sucked.
I can't remember for the life of me—and
I've been on this planet for a while now—a year which claimed so
many beloved celebrity figures, and a year that also took the word
“normal” and shook it upside down like it was some kind of
hyperactive snow globe. If you had told me last December 28th
what I would be writing about on this December 28th I
would've called you a fool, if not worse. I would've joked that you
need to stop drinking, or wonder what was in one of those drinks that
you had just sipped. There would've been no way for me to even
fathom what has in fact transpired the past 366 days.
Maybe that's it. Maybe the leap year
should take the blame.
After George Michael died Sunday,
Loraine & I were joking how, with only 6 days left, 2016 couldn't
screw us over any more. But we should've known better. Even though
“2016” is just an ephemeral concept, and not a physical entity,
it seems to have it in for us. I can't explain why, and I certainly
hope 2017 doesn't follow in its footsteps.
With any luck, I'll be a little more
correct about that than I was writing about Carrie Fisher yesterday
morning.
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