A friend of mine is persuaded that 2008 is going to be a great year because she likes the numbers.
I, for one, don't like 2008. In fact: I hate it. I think it's obnoxious. The self-rightous 2, leading the way with it's diligent squareness, it's indulgent dividability into two equal parts. I never liked the number 2. It has complacency written all over the place. Then the two zeros, awful little pieces of perfect roundness, endlessly lost in their paradoxical being (a number that stands for nothing? Seriously, that is just ridiculous). Finally, the last in the bunch, the 8, barely hiding the fact that when turned horizontally it represents the epitome of numerous arrogance: infinity. Suggesting, of course, that this fucking year will go on to haunt you for ever, and ever, and ever.
Conclusion: 2008 is my purgatory.
I, for one, don't like 2008. In fact: I hate it. I think it's obnoxious. The self-rightous 2, leading the way with it's diligent squareness, it's indulgent dividability into two equal parts. I never liked the number 2. It has complacency written all over the place. Then the two zeros, awful little pieces of perfect roundness, endlessly lost in their paradoxical being (a number that stands for nothing? Seriously, that is just ridiculous). Finally, the last in the bunch, the 8, barely hiding the fact that when turned horizontally it represents the epitome of numerous arrogance: infinity. Suggesting, of course, that this fucking year will go on to haunt you for ever, and ever, and ever.
Conclusion: 2008 is my purgatory.
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