Wednesday, January 5, 2011
A Conversation With Myself
____I always get a bit uneasy before New Year's. Why? Because I start thinking about how the New Years is all about changing an aspect of your life in order to make yourself happier. But the thing is, I'm sort of already happy. Anything I've wanted to change I've already changed, and now the change must simply go through with it's changeliness. I don't know about you guys, but I'm really not one that's for this so-called "change" (*Republican ideology? I'm trying to keep this blog politically neutral, oopsdamn). Whether it be something simple like writing '11 on your paper when before you wrote '10, or something like when that funky facebook changes it's layout yet again and forces you under that omnipotent bridle of a new profile, change is just awkward and uncomfortable. And the fact that this particular change is untouchable except for a number doesn't help the transition of from what seems like the same thing to the same thing.
____But it is inevitable, this change. It haunts us like a prickly cactus does whilst we are strolling through the endless sand dunes of an ice cube, like a sad ghost who lost his ghostly pencil eraser that he needs so dearly since he is unable to utilize real pencil erasers, like the fluffy afro who was shaved from his owner's head and now wanders aimlessly through winding alleys cloaked beneath the darkness of night.
____Clearly what I'm getting at is that I am indeed terrible at this concept of change. I always have been, I always will be. For New Year's, my goal should be to accept change-- definitely, yeah! Let's all go out there and change ourselves, right here, right now! Right? No? You know, I'm good where I am. See? I did it again. I never stick to my resolutions and I think I do better just deciding on my own when something needs to be done. You think it would be the other way around since I'm your average A-type organizational list-maker. But I really do need to start posting more.
____So anyway, if you read all that, what are your resolutions? You serious ones, I mean. Not the ones about losing weight or becoming a better person. I'm talking about your plans to make Pluto a planet again or to have an intense staring contest with a fern. Okay, GO!
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