The 12 months 2020 was heading out of the door simply as 2021 got here in. “How did it go?” 2021 requested enviously, jealous in regards to the symmetry and magnificence of his predecessor, and the truth that he was linked to good imaginative and prescient. “Not good. In keeping with people, I let unfastened a pandemic, induced confusion in a serious election, emboldened tyrants, blew up the local weather change accord, spooked the inventory market, and usually made no effort to make the world a greater place. They’re anticipating you to scrub up,” stated 2020 wearily.
“Actually? I assumed you removed a rank narcissist, noticed by way of the election of the oldest US president and the primary feminine vice-president ever, there have been fairly a couple of peace accords in your watch, area journey ticked up with renewed curiosity in exploration, there have been nice medical advances, and the inventory market did very effectively after a momentary dip, amongst different issues,” stated 2021, mystified about why 2020 was leaving so sad after he was heralded with rah-rah previews.
“Properly, all that and way more. However the fact is one authorities that panders to half the inhabitants is being changed by one other that coddles the opposite half, there are extra ongoing wars, conflicts, and disputes than a couple of peace accords can deal with, humankind continues to be limiting itself to area journey when it needs to be contemplating time journey, and the inventory market is a rip-off that simply allowed the wealthy to get richer as they all the time have,” groaned 2020. “Too unhealthy they’d such a nasty time. What do you assume I ought to do to make them really feel higher?” requested 2021. “They had a nasty time? What about me? I’m happening in historical past because the worst 12 months ever! Not less than 1348, 1918, 1945 and so on didn’t must dwell by way of social media. I completely acquired hammered by horrible hashtags. The cartoons and memes had been merciless. They booed and jeered me out,” moaned 2020.
“Aww! Too unhealthy!” 2021 clucked sympathetically, all of the jealousy he harboured about 2020 evaporating. If it was actually that unhealthy, something can be higher than 2020, he thought to himself. Even a nondescript 12 months like him would possibly make it to the historical past books the place he would in any other case be a footnote. “Don’t let the door hit you on the best way out,” he advised 2020 as he walked in. Alas, he had no concept that humankind would blame something – planets, stars, numbers, years – for the miseries they introduced on themselves. In a 12 months, he too can be consigned to the dustbin of historical past.
This text is meant to carry a smile to your face. Any connection to occasions and characters in actual life is coincidental.
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