Epilogue 2014: Your Humble NarratorDecember 31, 2013
As for me, I can’t tell you what happens to me next year. I can’t even tell you what happens to me next week.
As for everyone else on the Renal roster…
I stopped mourning the crumbling of my circle after a while, replacing it with a sense of wonder that it lasted as long as it did. It’s an improvement over the delusion that anything lasts forever. But you can’t replace them, it’s not fair to the other people you encounter. You start again and hope something new rises from what disintegrated. Someone’s always the last one left – why wouldn’t it be me? And I may be the last one left, but I’m not the one who hung on too long. You know that person, the one who still thinks high school was the best years of their life, the one still trying to recapture magic instead of finding new magic. It’s the difference between shutting off the lights and sitting in the dark.
I don’t need the blog anymore, and it doesn’t need me. And we both know it. Time to find new magic elsewhere.
Yeah, I could have had everyone stay here, keep doing the same things as they had been doing, but that doesn’t happen in life. This may be the blog of wild fabrications and outright lies, but it was never a home for self-serving delusions. There’s still a level where even in your own personal fantasy realm your suspension of disbelief can be breached. And also, I like endings. I like closure. You go through a story, you deserve resolution. Fuck ambiguous endings – they’re not clever, the author just couldn’t make up his or her fucking mind. Make a choice.
I found it interesting at the end of Breakfast of Champions where Kurt Vonnegut shows up at the end to set the main character he’s written free. That was nice of him. I took a less direct route with that here.
Vonnegut also had this as the first rule of writing a short story “Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.” I hope that everyone who spent time here felt their time was not wasted in the slightest. Of the many ideas I try to hold myself up to, one is has prominence: “Be Interesting.” I think Rassles once said “Don’t Be Boring” and that’s the same principle more or less. As long as I can do that I should be able to function (or function as well as a 34-year old who spent eight years writing fabrications and lies possibly can).
I never put my name in any posts because it wasn’t important. Now that the blog ending, it’s still not important. How could it be in a blog of wild fabrications and outright lies. RF’s not even my initials. My kidneys are fine – I just though the name Renal Failure was really cool sounding. It still is. It probably always will be.
It’s New Year’s Eve… seems like the best time to see if I still have this shirt in my closet.