12.12.12

Yesterday it was the 12th of December 2012 (Ok technically the day before but I haven't gone to bed yet), and I felt nothing special. It was pointed out to me, and I guess I was supposed to react to it. I don't.

I am not a person who finds "special dates" anything to be excited about. They are what they are. If I have a birthday I don't immediately feel a day older. There are other occasions in life which are more important.

They usually have to do with loved ones, and not always in a good way. Work might be "life-changing", but almost always in a way that ends up better than the situation you had.

So 12.12.12 bite me!