Everyone has marked 2020 as the worst year of their lives with 2021 not getting any better. So much chaos has led many to believe that humanity has come to impasse. I too have been rocked by this year and half, worrying more about my mental stability more than anything. If anything, I've just felt sad and alone for reasons I'll save for another blog. I say this because even with all of negativity these past couple of years have brought me, they do not hold a candle to the year of 2011, which I've dubbed the worst year of my life.
My life literally fell apart in 2011and I'm still picking up the pieces. If you personally spoken with me and I've said "Anything bad that could happen happened to me x20" about that year, I wasn't shitting you. I can only think of the relationships, friend and romantic, were either marred or straight destroyed that year. My time as full fledged student came to an end, right when I was so close to achieving my goals and my living arrangements...well, that was covered in a previous blog. I should pitch all of this to Netflix, it would be sad yet entertaining.
Now, coming from a somewhat superstitious family, I think some of it was karma biting me in the ass because I was a difficult person in those times. Other things were VERY preventable and I was just a stubborn fuck, either giving up or just copping out, thinking things would fix themselves. 10 years later, things are still pretty fucking broken, inside and out. 😫
I feel the hard times and sadness of recent and I have had other days, weeks, months and years that sucked pretty bad (2016 kind of sucked) but I always think in those hard times "Are times 2011 bad?"
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