by Salamander Davis | December 29th, 2011
I’ve had some years, 29 of them to be exact, but Twenty-Twelve is going to be the year.
Twenty-Twelve is going to be the year of art. I’ve written a couple blog entries and done some amateur photography, but there is some shit brewing inside me that is about to explode, spraying onto the walls of my apartment and into tents at nearby flea markets.
It is going to be the year of mind-expansion. Two years of living in Los Angeles, traveling the world, and reading have opened my mind to new ways of life, but in Twenty-Twelve I’m going to drill holes in my skull and let things I’ve never even heard of build wings and multi-level decks onto my brain.
Twenty-Twelve is going to be the year of surpassing junior and associate. With modesty is not how I view my professional worth. However, over the past few months I’ve finally busted through the mental ceiling confining myself to an entry-level mindset.
It is going to be the year of friendship. Since growing tired of sitting by myself at lunch in 1998, I’ve continually hit the friendship jackpot. In Twenty-Twelve, I’m investing and nurturing my winnings in bonds. This tattooed girl I might really like said, “you bond with someone just going to Anaheim.” In Twenty-Twelve, there will be costumed footraces, costumed music festivals, and random costumed Tuesdays. There will be art-museum-conquerings, epic hikes, bachelorosities, weddings, and many other bonding extravaganzas with friends old and new.
Twenty-Twelve is going to be the year of love. Despite my unrivaled bouts with unrequited romantic yearnings and related woeful blog entries, I am feeling pretty unstoppable and ready to dominate the Los Angeles playing field, both on match.com and in real life.
And finally, Twenty-Twelve is going to be the year of good-decisions. In my last high-school yearbook, my parents paid to have a message printed in my honor. It read, “we hope to have provided you with the tools needed to make good decisions.” They did, I just haven’t used them correctly. Since winning the friendship lottery in high-school and subsequently discovering alcohol, I’ve rivaled Mike Tyson in decision making abilities. There are some important things in my life that I’ve fucked up and sadly, I’ve done a few things that make me question my worth as a human being. After too many years, I’ve finally read the user manuals for the tools my parents gave me, and am looking forward to squaring and leveling the walls of my life.