New Years Eve. The day where we all sit around and say “Oh, where has the year gone?” or “This year has flown by!” or a comment to which effect where we can’t seem to establish the pace of passing time that year, whilst also opening our last box of Maltesers and scoffing them miserly in attempt to remove any possible temptations for next year. Of course, everyone sets themself a resolution to ‘diet’/’get fit’, but it never really lasts. Perhaps you’ll go for a jog everyday for about a week, but soon enough you’ll start making excuses as to why you can’t go one day, then something’ll ‘pop up’ the next, by which point the hype of a ‘new year, new beginning’ will have died out, and you’ll have completely forgotten about your resolution. Also, there’s always that dick that will update their status to ‘new year, new me’, as if their personality is magically going to change over night, just because the date has changed. BULLSHIT. Come back to me in a week, and I bet you 50 quid you’re still the same cunt you were last year. Anyway, to me, all this hype and excitement about the new year seems sort of pointless. If you really wanted to change something in your life, you wouldn’t wait till the new year to do it.
December 31, 2011