All bad, unpleasant things respect the Gregorian calendar, so as we dragged our old bones past midnight, it’s finally safe to assume it’s all going to be absolutely amazing for the next 365 days. Some are more careful than others, though, like a friend who mentioned the upcoming municipal elections as this year’s highlight.
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People in some cultures are inclined to appreciate smelly cheeses or gather with their extended families with ease. Some go through the trouble of exchanging not two, but three pecks on alternating cheeks upon the merest encounter. In my neck of the woods, people are genetically resilient, almost immune, to solitude.
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While I have wasted a perfect pandemic on contemplating physical exercise and other forms of self-improvement without getting anything done, Amal Clooney wrote a book The Right to a Fair Trial in International Law.
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It was a year ago, almost to the date, when I saw Elizabeth Gilbert post a picture of her 2019 journals on Instagram – all six of them. Most things that influencers boast about doing/buying/being on social media I cannot, or otherwise won’t do. Filling six blank books with my thoughts in a year – I could absolutely do that. And did. Except that only had enough thoughts to fill four books.
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‘Tis the season to suffer from symptoms caused by cognitive dissonance brought on by Mariah Carey’s holiday oeuvre and the film Love Actually. How to love, but also hate so much at the same time?
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So it crept here, December. In the absence of the usual weeks-long social drinking that usually marks the beginning of the advent, this year the first of December was rather marked with an exasperated, exhausted cry. Shall this, too, finally pass?
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