I planned to write different entries within the last few weeks, but this is the only one I actually finished. Then again, those entries don’t really have deadlines, and as a teacher once said, “You don’t need inspiration to write; all you need is a deadline” (or something like that).
A new year was depicted in old cartoons (at least the seemingly-old ones I watched as a kid) as a portal where an old git goes through and turns into a baby. In that view, the old git seems to leave a certain place through a door, while a baby enters the other side (Out With the Old, In With the New… much like going out of a room in the house and entering another; this is a memory that may or may not be true… seriously, I don’t know). We pair this new year up with fireworks, ball-dropping, and perhaps more food in order to make more shit for the sewage system. Of course, this transition is not complete without the to-do list we impose on ourselves to start the year: the New Year’s resolution. Every year, every person with nothing monumentally awful to deal with (like cancer, or stupidity… maybe not the latter) conjures up a list of blahblahs that he must live by during the upcoming year.
Pretty much everyone fails before the first week ends, usually due to death or laziness. Why is that? Why is it that we conjure up these great goals… and fail miserably? Perhaps the failure lies in the fact that those goals are written like this entry, with a deadline in mind. We think of things we aim to do for a year, the details of which have to be released on a certain day (that happens to be so special because the sun supposedly finishes a cycle). There is nothing wrong with deadlines: chances are (p = 1), our favourite essays, short stories, novels, and TV/movie scripts are bound by some deadline. The problem lies in the fact that the goals, attached with a deadline, become a chore. In the beginning, we get ourselves to do our best in the tasks necessary to fulfil the resolutions; but at some point, we don’t see the incentive any more, and fall off. The following year, we do the same damn thing, and fail in the same damn way. New Year becomes rehab– where we vow to start anew, get rid of what drags us down– except we don’t have a firm grasp of what we want to change, and we end up turning the Earth’s revolution around the sun into our very own revolving door to change. Drug addicts have it difficult to become “clean,” and that’s with coercion by forces in society; what makes you think that the same process will be as effective for you, when no one can coerce you to fulfil your New Year’s resolution, even if you’re the dumbo that blogs about your list (or reblogs if you’re on Tumblr, which is worse, but that’s another story).
Perhaps we are doing it incorrectly. While it’s nice to make a list that shows not only that we recognise that we have to improve on some things, but also what we think we need to improve on, it is probably not nice to “start a new leaf” on a specific day. Looking at all the years we lived, it seems that, when it comes to New Year’s resolutions, we have a track record rivalling the 1899 Cleveland Spiders. Despite that, the “you” of 2001 (if your were born then; if not, then my language is inappropriate for you, dumbass) is different from the “you” of 2011… and it’s not just physical. Perhaps change shouldn’t be associated to a new year: that resolutions don’t start when the fireworks explode; that much like heaven is HERE (as The Great Belinda Carlisle– and later on, Madame Lana del Rey– would say, “Heaven is a place on Earth…”), change starts NOW; that our life is a series of Out With the Old, In With the New ‘s.
What is New Year’s Day for, then? Other than providing a potential title for a song, it is an occasion to be happy (and not to write stupid entries like this).
If it’s 0000, 1 January 2012 in your area, Happy New Year! Unless you’re going to greet the Earth “Happy Birthday!” when the clock strikes 0000 in your area (which makes you twice as dumb as that idiot who greeted good old Jeezy “Happy Birthday!” on 25 December; then again, you’re probably dumb enough to do that, too, so make that three times as dumb), feel free to comment.