It is the last day of the first half of the year. To my dismay, I feel like celebrating again, for this promises to be the most prolific year of my life. In terms of my Residua, at least. With more than five-hundred pieces written since the first day of the year, as well as nearly ninety-thousand words penned in the first six months, I am likely to double these numbers by the end of the year. Quite easily, too. My dismay, persistent as it has been, makes no difference, though. It is nigh useless. Yes, I still feel like celebrating full blast. Quantity still beats quality in my poor mind. The more, the merrier. This simple proposition, faulty as it has been from the very start, and as it will remain till the bitter end, is getting the better of me in spite of my better knowledge and my superior judgment. So many years into my fascination with dumb numbers and even dumber dates, I am becoming desperate with myself. With my loathsome proclivities, that is. But the best I can do is to let myself rave about all this in plain daylight. For everyone to see and ridicule at will. The idiot triumphant even if shamelessly exposed. By his own pitiful self, no less.

Addendum (December 8, 2015)

Having come across this piece in one of my random searches through my writings, I cannot suppress a sad smile. Indeed, I doubled my output by the end of 2011. It turned out to be the most prolific year of my life, just as I expected at midyear. Still, it is nigh ridiculous to compare it with a few years that followed. Year by year, I got ever more prolific. Which is to say, ridiculing myself, and in public, did not help a single bit. Triumphant over and over again, the idiot shrugged off all teasing pieces such as this one. Looking back, 2015 will be the first year in a long row in which I will manage to be appreciably less prolific than in the past both in terms of the number of pieces and words written. There is a hitch to this happy announcement, though. This year will be unprecedented in terms of the number of addenda written. And by a surprising margin. In other words, the idiot is triumphant again. Boo-hoo.