Neujahr (Seven Hours Early)

31 12 2018


What a difference a year can make.

When 2018 rang in, while I had regained functional coherence a month and a half prior, it wouldn’t be for yet another couple of weeks, the middle of January, that my short term memory would roar back. Many of you will remember that in the mid-November 2017 to mid-January 2018 time frame, I was writing posts here again, but I didn’t remember who many of you were by name. Even when my short term memory came back, I was faced with the prospect of trying to pick up the pieces, figuratively thousands of them lying on the ground, and trying to figure out if I could do anything with my life other than coast for the rest of it off of what would be my insurance settlement.

If you would have told me when 2018 rang in that 2018 ringing out would see me living in Germany and doing a really neat productive job, in spite of no real physical recovery, and everything else that transpired through the year to make that possible, I would have told you that you were some kind of crazy.

When we were younger, we all had fantastic dreams about our future. But at some point, we had to bite the bullet and confess that we were blowing smoke up our own asses when it came to the most outlandish and extremely high percentile career track fantasies, and readjust our expectations around reality. And so it was with me. But I can now honestly say that, for the first time in my life, my professional life is more than one standard deviation above the realistic median I supposed in my younger years. I could even make the case for two standard deviations.

I can also say that, for the first time in a long time, I am content on a consistent basis. And that’s not an easy thing to pop off — As most of you long termers can probably deduce, I’m not naturally given to happiness.

So, that’s the long and short of it. I’m finally living the American dream, except my American dream done upped and moved to Germany. It also just so happened along the way to have cost me the proper use of my legs and a certain element of masculine functionality, both probably for good. But hey, it’s like Thanos might say, the best things in life have the steepest cost. Best life, highest membership dues.

I’ll be ringing in 2019 tonight, albeit in a nice indoors venue and gathering. No mood to be outdoors — Remember, it was here in this very city just three short years ago that the worst of the mass gang rapes happened, even though they also happened in other German cities. I’ll also be ringing in a brand new year seven hours earlier than I’m accustomed.




6 responses

31 12 2018

Come to think of it, if you would have told me at the opening bell of 2017 how that year would have turned out, I also would have doubted you. Thing is, my 2018 was way more improbable than my 2017 at each year’s beginning.

In related news, I’ve already started on “The Witch Elm,” by Tana French, one of you put me on to it and her. I’ll have a full review when I’m done.

1 01 2019
Alright Dan

1 01 2019

Just as I was in Frieburg in October, very close to the time of that gang rape and nobody there said boo about it when I was there, I didn’t find out until I got back to Cologne, I was in Nuremberg this past Friday and Saturday, and Saturday night in nearby Amberg, there was a mini-wilding, usual suspects.

Also I’m seeing more and more reports from last night that the usual suspects’ pastime was throwing lit firecrackers at cops. Which is why I’m glad I was at an indoor gathering for NYE.

2 01 2019

Countenance, now that your life is on track, do you see yourself finding love in Germany? Is a life partner something you seek or are you more of a MGTOW guy?

3 01 2019

There’s a hint in this very post about that which informs my relations with frau these days, meaning the answer to your question is neither, out of medical necessity.

3 01 2019

Oh, Countenance, I am so sorry. I reread the post more carefully and now I get it.

It's your dime, spill it. And also...NO TROLLS ALLOWED~!

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