What a difference a year makes

Ain't that the truth.  Unpleasant things happened this past year, that's definite.  I go back and forth between anger and gratuity, depending on my mood.  Which changes every 6 minutes, about.  

When something bad's happening to me, it feels so specific.  Like I'm being singled out and discriminated against.  But that's not true.  I mean, it can't be true, right? Other people are dealing with the same things or MUCH worse.  This book I was recently reading said something about how you may feel all alone when you're up at 3 in the morning pondering your life, but really, there's many other people doing the same thing.  And so you're not really alone at all.  Reading that put me at ease- for the moment.

When I unclothe myself of pride and contempt, I'm thankful for the past year.  I'm thankful for those that I've met and things that have happened.  They weren't pleasant then and for a long time I felt like nothing could get better, but it did.  There are things in my life that I want to change, of course, but I'm happy for the way things are going.  There are no asterisks or parenthesis by my feelings.  They just are.  I suppose I've been set free.

Reality

Vampires, werewolves, zombies, angels, witches, wizards, unicorns.

All are so prevalent in our society yet none are real.

Or are they?

No, that's stupid.  Or is it? 

What is real or not real?  I dunno and I guess I don't care that much.  

Well, zombies.  Maybe I care.