Annual Introspection

It's that accursed time of the year again, when the depression soaks into my inner being, the apathy sets in, and my mind goes into hibernation mode. What does it all mean? Bam, another effin February...

What does this particular month have to do with anything, you ask? Plenty.

February's meaning might best be kicked off with a bief glimpse at the etymology of the month's moniker. The word February is born from the Latin word Februarius, from Latin februare meaning to "purify" or "expiate."

In ancient Rome, Februarius was the "Month of Purification" and great festivities were held to re-establish the empire's focus on righteous living.

With that said, it sounds like a great month to cleanse or gain a fresh perspective on life or matter related to it. However, from past happenstances, this month is the bane of my current existence. It seems like every year, of the negative impacts on my life, the worst ones seem to originate from this dumpy month. I could go into the year-by-year results for the last 25 years or so, but I digress.

My main reason for writing this blog is to inform others to be wary and cognizant of the dangers of this pathetic and useless month. Presidents Day can be moved to January to coincide with the entering and exiting of the White House. Black History Month can now be Black History year-round. I will evenly gladly move my anniversary to March if we can abolish all future Februaries, thus sparing me untold misery and suffering. Please sign a petition, call your congressperson, cross out the 2nd months on your calendars. DO history a favor today! Thank you, that'll be all.