Forwards and backwards.

‘Tis the season to reflect on the past and predict the future. I’ve been reflecting all year so I figure there’s no sense rehashing it all now. As for predictions, roll your own dice. You’ll probably get a better answer. Awfully gruff coming from such a mild mannered, middle class, middling influence, man of our time; isn’t it? Where’s the optimistic yearning for new challenges and opportunities? What happened to all of that unbridled sentimentality? I know they’re here somewhere. They’re probably sitting right next to my car keys, wherever the hell THEY are.

Could all of this sour spirit be because the legend in his own mind didn’t get a “superior proficiency” raise? Does he think he is better than everyone else? Do we sense a little too much feeling of entitlement here?

O.K., I’ll fess up. I am talking trash about myself again. Maybe I’m being a little too hard on myself, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. Fragile egos need all of the primping they can get, and rejection certainly does not help. The pity party will be at my place and everyone is invited.