Last year I actually made and kept a resolution, even though I had failed at them so miserably in every - and I do mean every - year before. But this past year, I resolved to see more theater, and managed to see more in Y2K than I had in the ten years before, probably. That may be a slight exaggeration, but if it is, it's just that: slight.
So I'm a little buoyant at the thought of making and following through on another one, but I'm feeling a little reluctant to commit. I mean, clearly, I want to avoid any of the resolutions that have been such a stumbling block in the past. And it's not exactly as if any of them apply. I don't need to lose 30 pounds... if I did, I'd look like Mahatma Gandhi, only white, young, and spectacle-less. Oh, and not bald. I don't need to fix my love life; I'm pretty happy with it the way it is. I don't particularly feel the need to be a nicer person - I think I do pretty okay in that department. I mean, I'm human and all, and have human failings, but when you get right down to it, I treat people the way I expect to be treated, I'm not too much of a bore (although there are people who would argue that I'm boring, and I'm not really sure I'd have many quick comebacks for them there), and I can hold up my end of a conversation without making it exclusively about me - although most of the time I'd like to.
So where does that leave me? I guess I could resolve to slim down another ten pounds. Then I'd be out-and-out hot. But it seems like such a pedestrian goal, you know? Here I'm this guy who just yesterday was writing about how we should all be so spiritual, and what, I'm gonna make a resolution based on physical appearance?!? It's not, as a dear friend might say, on the menu this evening.
I'd like to say that I could make a resolution to help the homeless in some way, or become a Big Brother® or something, but truth be told, I've got my hands full taking care of a freakin' puppy dog. So I think it'll have to just be this: I resolve to work toward I life for myself in which I no longer need to make resolutions. How's that? I think that the Dalai Lama would appreciate that one.
I have to be careful. If my mother gets wind of these sorts of musings, she's going to accuse me of becoming Buddhist. Then my resolution would be to find a way back into her good graces, her having disowned me and all. ;o)
So I'm a little buoyant at the thought of making and following through on another one, but I'm feeling a little reluctant to commit. I mean, clearly, I want to avoid any of the resolutions that have been such a stumbling block in the past. And it's not exactly as if any of them apply. I don't need to lose 30 pounds... if I did, I'd look like Mahatma Gandhi, only white, young, and spectacle-less. Oh, and not bald. I don't need to fix my love life; I'm pretty happy with it the way it is. I don't particularly feel the need to be a nicer person - I think I do pretty okay in that department. I mean, I'm human and all, and have human failings, but when you get right down to it, I treat people the way I expect to be treated, I'm not too much of a bore (although there are people who would argue that I'm boring, and I'm not really sure I'd have many quick comebacks for them there), and I can hold up my end of a conversation without making it exclusively about me - although most of the time I'd like to.
So where does that leave me? I guess I could resolve to slim down another ten pounds. Then I'd be out-and-out hot. But it seems like such a pedestrian goal, you know? Here I'm this guy who just yesterday was writing about how we should all be so spiritual, and what, I'm gonna make a resolution based on physical appearance?!? It's not, as a dear friend might say, on the menu this evening.
I'd like to say that I could make a resolution to help the homeless in some way, or become a Big Brother® or something, but truth be told, I've got my hands full taking care of a freakin' puppy dog. So I think it'll have to just be this: I resolve to work toward I life for myself in which I no longer need to make resolutions. How's that? I think that the Dalai Lama would appreciate that one.
I have to be careful. If my mother gets wind of these sorts of musings, she's going to accuse me of becoming Buddhist. Then my resolution would be to find a way back into her good graces, her having disowned me and all. ;o)
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