From The Bossman: The Halfyear Half-Cocked Looking Back To Go Forward Review

Well shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Who made it to June already?

We arrive in January; filled with promise, pith and vinegar and alcohol-tinged resolutions. A few blinks, and it’s suddenly June. Thus, hurtling through life at the terrifying speed that we are, I shall attempt at this midway juncture to slow things down by taking up stock.

It’s been a very educational year. Much has been learned, some unlearned, and at other times said “learning” has been fantastically wrong (and thus a potent form of understanding, should you allow it to be).

So, I have spent time retroreflecting on the the top things I’ve learnt, or attempted to learn, this year thus far. Enjoy?

Half Year Review, in C Major*

In my quest to be both a feminist and an activist, I have discovered I am woefully ill-equipped at both. There’s such a thing as trying too hard, and being wrong. This is OK. Listen. Learn. Be prepared to change. Keep going.
Men’s Rights. It’s not a thing. Stop trying to make Men’s Rights a thing. You know the beginning of time, right? THAT’S when Men’s Rights started. My fellow blokes, it’s time to woman up.
By comparison, don’t make standing up for people – be it on grounds of gender, race or religion – all about you. It’s very easy to do this. Just listen to people.
Whilst my struggle to be a Better Person has had its inevitable peaks and troughs, I must at least be doing something right. When people wave at me now, they use all their fingers.
The difference between infatuation and falling in love is easy to define with time. Hurt though you may, you never truly fall out of love.
My grandma thought Steely Dan was the name of the movie Terminator.
A bird in the hand may be as good as two in the bush, but in reality you’re still holding a dead bird. And the police will ask you a loooooooooooot of questions.
ME: [doing something to deserve this] I’ve done nothing to deserve this.
I’d rather let someone see me naked than parallel park.
That said, I’d rather let someone see me naked than eat food, so that’s not exactly the best benchmark.
When you accusingly point a finger at someone, there are three fingers pointing back at you.
Podcasts are the best. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to submerge myself into this medium of entertainment and information. Top Picks – The Dollop, Dumb People Town, Stuff You Should Know, Freakonomics, Radio Lab, Cracked.
The best film of the year to date is Logan. The best album is Com Truise. The best thing to do with arts is Art, Not Apart.
My gardening game has really hit new heights these past months. Although all these damn tomatoes keep getting in the way of my beautiful weed arrangement.
The best way to complain is to make things.
I think I am a better person than I actually am. But the act of knowing this means there’s hope to change for the better; to grow and be the person my family, friends, work colleagues, and poor, poor unfortunate future dates deserve me to be.