Partial Conclusion

2012 was made out to be this year during which a lot of things were going to happen, or are going to happen. It's June, meaning that the year is half over. What this means is really nothing significant. As far as I can tell, things have remained relatively constant in their flow. A few spikes in either the upward or downward direction but infrequent enough to be called hiccups and really nothing more. In the grand scheme of things (or at the very least in regards to the next few months/years), this year won't matter as much as it was hyped up to be. Of course, it is also true that this year has paved a road for following years, though it'll be seen in perfect 20/20 hindsight vision. As is the case with just about everything.

2012 started very strangely for me, almost in a mocking sort of way: things were going rather well in the latter end of 2011 and that same goodness was spreading into the early part of 2012 and going nice and pleasantly... and then the rug was pulled out from under me and things got really shitty really quickly. They picked up again and seem to be in that upward momentum. I hope this isn't just another damned stall that'll eventually turn into a harrowing descent into oblivion. That would really suck, obviously. Not only because of the obvious crash that comes but because a person can only take so much of a swell rising action only to be yanked down even faster. Repeatedly. Being on a very long losing streak is by far one of the most cruel punishments or treatments that the universe can hand out to someone.

There should exist a certain amount of fairness in the universe. One can argue that one makes their own fairness, and luck, and circumstances, etc but sometimes the givens are just that: given. Nobody chooses who/what/when/where to be born in/to/etc. As such, it's unfair to say that one makes themselves.

But as far as I can tell in regards to 2012, not much of great significance has really happened. I keep hearing about bath salts and zombies but a part of me just dismisses it as nonsensical and ludicrous. In those instances, I just focus on what's in front of me in order to cope and find purpose. I have some goals to accomplish by the end of the year. Or at the very least begin because nothing ever truly ends. This year will end but the aura of this particular set of 12 months will last for a while. The same can be said for preceding years; after all, everyone always recalls to a year when Event A took place and so on and so forth.

Hmm. This entry was actual not warranted for anything other than filler, to be honest. Though a partial assessment of something like the phenomenon that has become 2012 is a good idea. Perhaps, I'll try again later. When much more eventful things have occurred.

One should also bear in mind that I have very stringent guidelines for myself, or certain aspects like my writing, which have come to warp my perception of things.

It's rather fun.