armageddon

Armageddon was pretty uneventful this year — other than the fact that I’m suffering from the need of an apicoectomy. That’s a dental procedure. It hurts like holy hell, which is why I didn’t get it when I was supposed to. That’s why I’m in trouble now for waiting so long.

So…happy Armageddon to me — know what’m sayin’? At least I got to listen to our favorite Armageddon holiday song . It’s really hardcore, so only those who are interested in adding it to their holiday selection, please, enjoy:

As expected on this holiday of Armageddon, I experienced a small degree of existential angst, which I’d say wasn’t eventful. That’s what this day’s about anyway. Angst comes, and she goes — that’s what they told me in Harlem Hospital the day I was born. It was during the Welcome-to-the-World speech that they gave to all the newborns back in 1962 – haha!

Harlem Hospital used to be the best place to go for gun shot wounds because they happened with frequency then. So they were better prepared for it. Harlem was very different during that period.

Ever see Cotton Comes to Harlem? Well, that’d give you an idea. Maybe. My mom grew up there, not far from Frankie Lymon of Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers. My dad lived on Convent Avenue, though he wasn’t born and raised in Harlem like my mother.

The Harlem area was originally inhabited by the Manhattan Native people. The Dutch came later and called it Haarlem (Haaaaaaahhhhrlem!). Fast forward to the Great Migration when Blacks came there from the south, then there was the Harlem Renaissance era. My grandparents migrated to Harlem from the south during the later period of migration. The depressed era in Harlem happened after the Renaissance.

Now the era in Harlem is the one that’s too rich for me to live in! Haha! You should see some of those brownstones, they’re palaces. Nothing stays the same in this world. Not even me.

I’ve come out of my angst to a period of excitement and wide possibilities. See how that worked? Evolution. Cool.

I’m wiser in maturity. I respect people and I’m community-minded.

I took my Halloween decorations off my door yesterday, to respect the people celebrating Xmas. I want to show respect to the neighbors who have a wreath on their door opposite mine. I didn’t give a hoot about stuff like this before.

Since my namesake hurricane came this year around Halloween I didn’t celebrate properly. But it just felt plain rude, keeping the gravestone on my door, intruding on their holiday. My holiday is gone now. I need to get over it. That’s maturity.

A few years ago, I left the Halloween ghoul on my door through Xmas, but made it season ‘appropriate’. I cut a thought bubble out in white paper and wrote “Merry Xmas!” on it. I attached it to the ghoul’s mouth like he was saying it. Get it? I merged two holidays!

Though, everyone knows I’m the ‘lovable’ freak on the top floor, the kindly spinster who ought to have eight cats but for some reason doesn’t. They accept that I leave my Halloween decorations up until I officially feel Halloween’s over.

One year it ended in April. But I try taking them down sooner now because Halloween is anticlimactic when you take your decorations down from the last year in, let’s say, August only to put them right back up on October 10^th.

So I’ll take down the Halloween decorations inside my apartment after Xmas, that is, if the world doesn’t end on Friday. Oooo, I’ll bet there will be some slamming End-of-the-World parties on Friday. I wasn’t invited to any of them so I’ll be celebrating Armageddon by myself this year.