Do you hear that?
Somewhere, a stapler is being used.
Somewhere, an elevator button is being pressed with a little more anger than usual. And everywhere, across this entire nation, people are dying inside.
You want a day of mourning? That’s today – the Monday after the new year, when everyone ventures back into the office, and stares at their computer with hatred usually reserved for people who wear turtlenecks.
Today, in Blue Rapids, Kansas, Kathy is going to tell Tim about her dog for the 457th time.
In Baltimore, Maryland, Dan will spill his coffee on the counter top and not clean it up (then blame Gary because no one likes Gary anyway, mainly because “Gary” is such a creepy name) for the 92nd time.
In Eastport, Maine, Pete is going to tell his friend “Happy New Year,” and his friend will reply, “I hate that sentence. It’s completely false. There’s nothing happy, or new about this year. My wife still left me for that dude who owns a gas station, my hair is still falling out and I am still unable to do simple math without using my fingers. You want to tell me something? Say, ‘Welcome to the beginning of the calendar year.’ That’s accurate. Because, Pete, there is nothing new, and there is certainly nothing happy about today.”
Everywhere across the United States people are sad, angry and depressed today, and they have every right to be.
So welcome back my friends. I wish I could say it’s going to get better, but, you know, that’s not really my thing.