I have never been one for New Years resolutions.
They are a load of crap.
Why should a particular date determine when I should decide to be better [or worse]?
If I am out and about on say the 12th July and I take a pot shot at a toss pot wearing Bermuda shorts and a Panama hat and I miss, why should I wait nearly six months to resolve to aim more carefully?
I suppose there is an argument that it is easier to calculate how long the resolution lasts? On the 1st of July I could put my hand on my heart and say I have given up groping women for six months? But then I have no intention of giving that up so that is irrelevant.
There are people out there who are sanctimoniously promising themselves that they’ll give up smoking or chocolate or sex in back alleyways, but that’s a load of bollox. They will only make themselves miserable and they will be back to their old ways before the Christmas decorations are down.
And why should I make a resolution anyway? What am I suppose to resolve?
My problem is that I don’t have any bad habits to quit. I can’t think of any good habits I should take up.
This is my problem.
I’m already perfect.