It’s me! I’m back with proper capitalization! I went to bed for a nap after I published my delirious kombucha post and just woke up, a full month later. Sorry ’bout it! It’s good to see you again.
Let’s recap. Back in October, I made it through the second ring, nostalgia, after braving my way through the first ring, profound sorrow that stains the heart black. Michaelmas term staged my pathetic traversal of the third ring, catatonic groaning, starring yours truly and my bed. Burrowing my way out from under my duvet, I emerge strangely energized.
Here, in my proofreading process, I deleted everything that followed. This post was supposed to be about how I didn’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, partially as a response to snoozlooz’s brilliant manifesto, What If I’m Okay (cw: self-harm, mental health) and partially as a passive-aggressive rebellion against health science, prevailing New Year’s resolution fitness rhetoric and my mother telling me to exercise (mostly against my mother). I wrote about how I felt resolutions were somewhat arbitrary, expressed my inability to think a year’s time ahead given the obstacles I face in the present. Mostly, I felt that I was comfortable and proud of my current situation and didn’t feel the need to resolve anything immediately (some may disagree, you can flame me directly on my contact page).
This change occurred over some mulled wine and perfectly-baked foil salmon. During a discussion about the New Year, my friend casually remarked, “I just think it’s a good time to reflect, since we have a day for it.” And I remember thinking, “Huh, that’s surprisingly reasonable.” Rereading my writing later that night, I realized I fell deep into the New Year’s reflection spirit right at the beginning with hell-rings.
New Year’s is kind of like astrology or the MBTI. It’s fun, it has its haters, but it’s fun, and you might just get some benefit out of it. I still think resolutions are arbitrary and stressful. And since I don’t feel like I need to resolve anything today, here are my belated New Year’s calibrations:
Stephen Ai, 22, questionably a musician. I’m ready to go back to the States, despite Trump. I miss my friends from undergrad. I hope I can live with or near them next year. I hope I get into my program of choice. I’ve found good friends who are amazing people here. I found out I like writing for fun this past year. I think my writing has improved since college and I’m proud of it. Parsnips are very good root vegetables. I’m a Zoe main in League of Legends now. Noname must be protected.
De-calibration Juice (Mulled Wine)
drink the whole bottle I dare you
1 bottle red wine
1/2 orange-clove pomander ball
1 stick cinnamon
1 whole nutmeg
brandy (optional, to taste)
1. Combine spices, sugar, brandy, and wine in a medium saucepan.
2. Partially squeeze out juice from pomander ball. Add whole orange and juice.
3. Bring the mixture to a boil, and then reduce to a simmer, for around an hour.
4. Strain and serve while hot.
Lizzo – Juice