Seth Warren

Where the fuck do I even begin? I've noticed that I tend to start my year-end reviews by saying some variation of "this year sucked" followed by a laundry list which expounds on the "here's why." As I find myself five or six days short of the second month of my third decade of life in this particular meatsuit, I have to reassess my previous assessments. Most years have had their peaks and valleys but none have truly "sucked" nor been overwhelmingly wonderful either. However, give me some artistic license and allow me the vanity of hyperbole: saying "this year was tepid...win some, lose some - like every other year" makes full dull writing. Really though, 2010 sucked...parts of it did anyhow.

I have been wrestling with writing this entry for a somewhat abbreviated eternity now. I always do a year end review, but never before have I felt conflicted as to how much or how little I should say on any particular topic. Further complicating matters is that all of the topics on my mind are not so easy to untangle; intertwined though events may always be, these knots are particularly tight and troublesome. I feel like I should be tactful, but not at the expense of being truthful. If nothing else, I have a right to set the record straight. My current conundrum is exactly how I can balance telling the unvarnished truth against giving in to my desire to tear into those upon whom I am shining the bright light. And believe me when I say there are some whom I would delight in seeing fall prey to my own personal vengeance demons. This should prove to be an interesting journey...again. Let's begin, shall we?