Well, it turns out I don't give up on everything because I have no desire to see things through. I just realized that the last thing I posted, with the silly pictures, and Barry, was my 100th post. Not like it matters, really, when people post 100s of things every day, all over the Internet, at every hour of the day, like there's nothing worth living for besides the Internet, (and really, is there anyway?) but I like to give myself a pat on the back when I stick with something for some unspecified amount of time, long enough to reflect on it.
So sorry, tennis, bay breezes, violin, certain television programs that showed promise but ultimately failed to deliver, girlfriends from 1996-1999, and myriad other things I have given up on preemptively... you just weren't good enough to hold my attention. Don't let that ruin your day. Especially you, tennis. You're a good egg. You just weren't as much fun as the beach on a boiling hot day. You understand.
And to celebrate, my friends are picking me up in a little while, and we're gonna grab us a tasty bite. Ba dup bup bup ba, bitches.