Would a change REALLY do me good, Sheryl Crow?

This is a boring day. This is a boring week. This is a boring month.

I’ve never been a fan on January. To me, it’s dull and apathetic. The holiday hype dies down, the reality of everything you bought and ate the month before hits you painfully hard, and it’s the beginning of a new year. In December, you feel like you’re awesome for having completed another year without losing your sanity (that’s how it goes for me, at least) but then you’re right back to month #1 and you have to restart. Maybe the constant new beginning is a good thing, I don’t know though. Maybe it’s because I hate change more than I hate anything else. Sometimes I find it very unsettling how change itself is the only thing that will ever remain continual in our lives. Things will never stay the same, but change will always continue on. I don’t mind the changes that are made in myself, because they’re usually for the better. What I can’t get over is how things around me change when I want nothing more than for them to stay the way they are. It’s like, “Wait. No. Stop that. I didn’t want that to happen. Undo. Undo. Undo.” I think I’m beginning to ramble. I also think I need some sleep.