well met, 2007

Well, way to make it to the other side.

This year, I probably ought to dress like an adult. Nonwhite socks. Pants that fit. Collared whatnots. Laundering fees. sigh.

I will also quit being a mouth-breather, which, apparently, is “pretty gross”. I shall trade the slack-jawed look of a boy lost to improper respiration for the confident airs of a man filled with… air.

A friend of mine was remarked that most New Year’s resolutions are doomed to fail because the impetus is just some arbitrary completion of solar orbit rather than a bonafide cause of action or rallying point in people’s lives. Well, she didn’t quite say it like that, but that was the crux. Forgive my gussying, crys.

Lack of motivation notwithstanding, resolutions fail for because people actually aren’t willing to sustain it. It’s like building software. Everyone wants to code something but no one worries about cost of maintenance. It’s great you want to learn Chinese, but you are going to have to change your lifestyle or risk forgetting it all. You will have to listen to endless ballads and watch Chinese dramas set in the Qing dynasty. Is that really what you want?

Resolutions also fail because of indefinite terms. How do you know when you can check off “Go to the gym regularly”? Metrics, people. Try “Go to the gym on average of 10 times a month”.

This entry is what happens when powerful minds flail around in languor, on vacation.

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