Speaking of belated, I don’t understand Happy Belated Birthday cards. Are there Happy Belated Easter or Happy Belated Secretary’s Day cards? And why is it Happy Belated Birthday? It’s the wish for happiness that is belated, not the birthday itself. It should read “Belated (sorry, I’m an idiot) Happy (wait, did it suck?) Birthday (nope, no gift)”.
Anyway, what do these belated cards say about us? There’s a whole market for those with time management issues. We’ve got “extended” deadlines and emergency/express/holy–crap-I-can’t-believe-I waited-so-long options for everything these days. Is this what we’ve become? I bet in utopia there are no “belated” cards.
But it seems, Mr. More, that I’m writing a Belated New Year’s post.
It’s not that I didn’t think about it earlier. I had ideas. I thought about 2007 Bloggademy Awards, random commentary, a poem, etc. Sure, I wanted my friend Kim to win “Best Stuntwoman” for her impressive spill down a flight of stairs. But nothing seemed quite right.
So my New Year’s insight isn’t evident in silly awards or a poem or commentary about hopefulness for 2008. It’s not wishes for success and love and happiness, peace and progress and unity. Nope, my New Year’s insight is right here:
That’s right - a grown, educated, seemingly-together adult playing in a giant germ-infested ball pit without a care in the world. I think this expresses all I hope for in 2008 - a carefree, colorful, fun and lively year.
So better late than never…
Belated (sorry, I really am an idiot) Happy (think ball bit!) New (well, sort of) Year!
