The year was bullshit and I don't care about how your specific year went. My own year wasn't even that bad, all things considered, and yet I can confidently assert that 2025 was dogshit. If you had a kid this year, if you blessed the world with a new vessel for our great collective consciousness, then I got some bad news for that little stinker: every year from now on will be 2025. Doesn't sound so forgivable now, does it? Sure, in a couple days we'll all be saying "2026", but deep down we'll know that it's really 2025 still. We're stuck here, destined to live out the same year over and over again. Remembering history as a series of false years that were building to the final 2025.