New year, same lies

I’m not a fan of new year’s resolutions. Frankly I think it’s an excuse for laziness. That in order for a person to want to better themselves a whole other year has to appear in front of them. New year, new me! Poppycock! Can you hear the bitter old man within me scoffing through that sentence? If not read it again. It’s faint through the dentures, but it’s there.

I’m not going to waste my breath telling people that I’m going to do this and that in the new year. When it happens it happens. I’m not going to push myself and end up facing an internal battle with the girth of The Battle Of The Bastards from Game Of Thrones. I know. The fact that I don’t like new year’s resolutions has everything to do with me. I know above all they’re good thoughts, and it’s nice to have them, but if nothing is done to make those thoughts a reality where does that leave us? Just breath in the winter wind my fellow pessimists!

Now above all I don’t want to make it seem like I don’t want to have a good year. Of course I do, but the fact is that this paint thinner of self-improving thought that everyone seems to huff one too many times when a new year starts is obnoxious. Why can’t we all have these thoughts every day at least once? I try to, often it doesn’t go as smoothly as I want it to but at least I’m trying.

I guess what I’m trying to grasp with this post is we live in a society where words have become only words. Which isn’t surprising. Look at all the platforms now that offer this luxury through social media, and yes blogs count as well, I never claimed to not be a hypocrite. I’ll try my darnedest not to fuel the blogger stereotype, despite the fact that I’m typing this in a cozy hipster coffee shop. Hey, at least it’s not my parents basement!