It’s the last day of the year. The day before the first day of next year. It’s time for some resolutions to be set. I’ll try and be realistic. I’ll pay off what’s left on my credit card. It’s 0% interest and there’s not a lot on it, and no urgency to settle it, but I’d like to end the year completely debt free. Apart from the mortgage, of course. That’ll take a little bit longer. I’d also like to save up my overtime payments and have a new boiler put in. Or at least have the cash ready when the current one packs up. It’s going ok to be fair to it, but it’s ten years old, not the most solid model, and a bit rusty on the inside. Strictly no more smoking too. Actually this year, the smoking resolution is a bit different. It’s the NRT patches and gum I really need to quit.
And perhaps less blogging. Perhaps, even, much less blogging. Blogging had a point once, when I lived in Mexico. When I returned to the UK, the number of daily views and comments fell off a cliff, but I persisted with it. For a few reasons – habit, I enjoyed writing posts, the conversations and I enjoy looking back at old posts from time to time. This year has been the first year post-Mexico that views have actually gone up year on year. But I’ve tired of blogging somewhat.
There are better places to engage in political dialogue. There are better places to share videos. There are better places to share my life in the UK. And quite frankly, there are, more often than not, better ways to spend my time than sharing any of those things in the first place. The deteriorating political situation, on both sides of the water, is frankly depressing. Nationalism, racism and the stench of fascism is everywhere. And there’s a big fat debt problem that will, if we aren’t awfully careful, explode and make it all so much worse.
Still. I finally came to an answer to the biggest question of the 20th century. How on earth does that happen? It is simple, really. You see, I’m white, indigenous, heterosexual, in good health, law abiding, of no ‘offensive’ religious group, middle ground politics and the trade unions aren’t what they were. In a world where political integrity is at an all time low, and the prevailing trend has seen facts and reality dispensed with as unnecessary burdens in the sphere of debate, one has to ask oneself, ‘How does one reason with those who are so willingly detached from reality? What is the point?‘ It seems to me that I’m so far down that list that I’m more likely to be asked to ‘go get’, rather than have someone come for me. I’m
all white alright Jack. Crossed fingers…
It seems to me that blogging is a great game for the retired, or otherwise unemployed or under-employed. It’s not just about having time to write, but also the time to get out and about and experience things worth writing about. I do still quite like the odd bit of revenue that my blog generates. And it would be rather sad to entirely abandon this blog and condemn it to the internet wilderness. So I go on. But, methinks, with much less politics, and mostly photographic content. And a comment to go with it. Should I limit it to 140 characters? Or two sentences? Or Twitter’s new limit of 280 characters? Whatever, it’ll be brief. Probably. I have had this conversation with myself at this time of year for several years…
Adios for 2017 amigos. And, of course, a Happy New Year to y’all.