Saturday, 2 January 2016
New Year, New Me - a commentary on complete bullcrap
This self-righteous mentality of 'new year, new me' crap can be dated back to the caveman era where a cavewoman stands, staring at her reflection in a glimmering pool of fish pee and dinosaur excrement, wherein she says to herself, "Okay, Becky, that's it; no more chocolate for you."
In all seriousness though this idea has always seemed stupid to me. The concept that you have to wait a certain amount of time before you can start being a better version of yourself is the reason we have procrastinators, such as myself.
Essentially I'm blaming teenage girls and chocolate for my laziness. (Though I would eat both if you're not twelve and catch my drift.)
I'm not saying I've never made a New Years Resolution before, but they've always lasted about 48 hours before I cave and/or forget I made a resolution.
There have also been times where someone has asked me what my resolution for this year is and my immediate reaction - usually with some type of fast food in my mouth - is "When was New Year's again?"
What my ultimately misguided article is supposed to say is that you shouldn't decide that this year is your year. Everyone has bad days, weeks, months, that doesn't mean you have to wait until next year to be happy again.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
P.S. I'm a hypocrite and I'm typing this as I eat chocolate pancakes.
In all seriousness though this idea has always seemed stupid to me. The concept that you have to wait a certain amount of time before you can start being a better version of yourself is the reason we have procrastinators, such as myself.
Essentially I'm blaming teenage girls and chocolate for my laziness. (Though I would eat both if you're not twelve and catch my drift.)
I'm not saying I've never made a New Years Resolution before, but they've always lasted about 48 hours before I cave and/or forget I made a resolution.
There have also been times where someone has asked me what my resolution for this year is and my immediate reaction - usually with some type of fast food in my mouth - is "When was New Year's again?"
What my ultimately misguided article is supposed to say is that you shouldn't decide that this year is your year. Everyone has bad days, weeks, months, that doesn't mean you have to wait until next year to be happy again.
Love to bits and back,
Everything and Anything.
P.S. I'm a hypocrite and I'm typing this as I eat chocolate pancakes.
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