New Years...probably one of the most interesting holidays to me. The fact that we all gather around celebrating and cheering on a new year that will contain the exact things the last year did...amuses me.
We all get out our skinny jeans and try to fit more than one leg into them.
We all set unrealistic goals...
decide that we are going to "change for the better" and become "a better me."
Fiddle sticks, people.
It's 2011, and like it or not, it will contain the same ole stuff as 2010.
You will jump off the treadmill and into your moo moo pants and lazy boy chair by march, be eating carbs and ice cream by april, and you still won't be keeping in contact with those old friends you swore you'd never forget by may.
Call me negative, call me blunt and tacky...
or call me what I am: realistic.
I am a lot of things, but I am by no means an idealist.
I do not represent things the way they ought to be, but rather the way they are already.
I am the ultimate realist.
If you tell me you want to do something stupid, I'll look at you and say, "that's stupid."
Some people call that bad manners, but I refuse to let people bounce around in imagination world their whole life, never taking responsibility for the the crap hole this world actually is.
So to all you idealist New Year's resolutionists...good luck, and you're totally overrated.
I don't need a number on a calendar to change.
All I need is to wake up one morning , eat my cheerios...and look down into the bowl and say..."welp, guess I'm going to change the world or something this year."
That will be it for me.
I make up my mind, and that's all it takes.
Me and my cheerios will start a revolution one day, mark my words.
That's all folks.
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