The last couple of days I've been looking back over some of my various lists of goals, in preparation for my end of the year posts. It turns out that I actually did okay this year, goal wise. I accomplished most of the things on my list for the year, a few things from my overall list, and a several other things that just feel like decent accomplishments. The problem is, it doesn't really seem to matter. No matter how many things I cross off, my life is still pretty much just pathetic. I think about all the things I've done and go "That's pretty good." Then I think about how fucking stupid my life still is and go "Yeah, but...."