Every year seems worse and worse and I have a feeling this will just keep happening until we all die.
Goodbye 2020, and fuck you.
The year of our lord 2020 was, by every measurable metric except growth in the number and wealth of American billionaires, the worst year of my life.
This was the year of a major political party dismissing the corruption of an impeached American president, and a year in which people followed primary electoral candidates like sports fan, and a general election that wasn’t close but half the population has to pretend it was close to satisfy the whims of a giant, entitled manbaby.
This was the year of a once-a-century global pandemic that made wealthy white people upset at not being able to eat at restaurants, a pandemic that murdered 1 out of every 1000 Americans, and a pandemic that ruined careers, bank accounts, and life savings.
2020 was a year in which the government abandoned its people to joblessness and poverty, to unfettered police violence, and political corruption. It was a year of conspiracy theories overwhelming the truth.
For me personally, it was a year of loneliness, of watching a temporary job I loved expire. It was a year without (blissfully) dating apps, and a year without sex or companionship. I was supposed to go places and see people in 2020. I was going to take a solo vacation for the first time in my life. It was a year without seeing my kids in person.
I don’t know what 2021 but there’s no love lost for 2020. Goodbye 2020, good riddance.