Hush of the Crowd

Don’t you notice something a little odd, we are two months from the real millennium and no one has said a word yet…

Excluding myself of course. But we all paid attention the fake one last December! Midnight hit, everyone was partying, all the flashy numbers changed, the fancy fireworks, the tears of joy all over some change in how we measure time by Christian standards, totally forgetting that in China it’s like 3015 or something, but none the less ahead of us (most likely why everything is made there) But eventually the fireworks stop, we stop clapping because our hands hurt, and on top of the colossal fucking hangovers we’ll all have the next morning, our ears will be ringing and well have lost our voices from screaming a countdown to another year of disappointments, another year of psychics being proven wrong on their prediction that the pope was going to be assassinated and replaced by a woman.

So what am I getting at? As soon as the booze was gone, and we killed enough brain cells for the next thousand years, it was just like every other new years “Well, see you at the office Bob”
We spent so much huff and puff over 4 numbers on our clocks changing when we could have been putting more effort into fighting causes, you know, like that war, in that place, you know, the one you saw through your vintage 2000 sunglasses on TV?

I am just glad I wont have to hear the word “Y2K” again, as well all waited in baited breath at 6am to see if Australia blinked out technologically, and when we sat watching midnight occur over and over again, throughout the world, and not one goddamn light bulb went out, what a disappointment that was! I think after a year or so of the commercials, and the fail safes, and the bomb shelters with a 50 year supply of McDonald’s French fries, stuffed in the ground, something should have happened

Don’t you think your life would be a little more interesting if we were all enslaved by apes, who were all waiting just out of view when midnight hit and everything blinked out? Or if all technology ceased to exist and we were forced to think for ourselves? What a nightmare that would be!
So here we go again in a few months, another “end of the year” party and your highlight will probably be a blowjob in a broom closet, while everyone else is glued to the set watching that big crystal ball climb altitude towards another year of false predictions, and 2002 cars even though it’ll only be 2001. While we are making out new years resolutions we are totally oblivious that we can change our lives anytime we want, not just when a bunch of number change.