Godt Nyttår!
It's funny how the past is linked with the present. After midnight on January 1, 2000, I wrote1:
I had a strong premonition that the big rollover was going to be an omen. An omen of how the rest of my life would turn out; how I would face the larger events. I wanted to do something grande—be in a club or bar or rave and shout the countdown with [edit] comrades, usher in the new millenium with hooliganish ecstasy.
Instead my friends dropped out on me to watch ABC's coverage of the ball dropping. I ended up at a friend's house watching movies and having assorted [edit]. As they began counting down, however, I realized how I could not ! myself to a future of watching other people have fun on television. I couldn't understand how watching a massive celebration on television is better than being in that same massive celebration. Real time.
I left, out the front door at the stroke of midnight and began walking home, from Anaheim to Whittier. That's really far if you don't know. Both Disneyland and Knotts Berry Farm are in Anaheim so as I walked the fireworks from their celebrations lit up the night sky. I passed a church where they were singing religious songs with rambunctious fervor. I passed a goat farm, probably the only goat farm in Anaheim, CA. My brother picked me up in Fullerton and took me home. At least I wasn’t watching tv…
Tonight, a few minutes before midnight I went outside. It was a lot colder than that night five years ago but I believe that my omen held true: my future wasn't about a massive celebration, it was about a walk at midnight. It was about obscurity. I couldn't walk back to Whittier, so I just hovered near the farm, occasionally turning my back to the wind.
It's time to reset again. More broken promises and resolutions. More surprises. A complete change. Excitement. Agony. Ecstacy. Life.
1{Fray} had an exchange of "where were you?" for the year 2000. If you want the link, email me. Otherwise, I'd rather not offend people.
11:35:31 PM 
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