Many people are right, after all (including the brilliant Ollin who said so in his comment on my previous post); it’s infinitely more productive not making new year’s resolutions. Making them presupposes that I am dysfunctional and need to be fixed. But if someone comes up to me and says that to my face, let’s just say, he/she’ll get what’s coming to him/her.
The thing is, I’m not perfect, but I’m not dysfunctional either. I’m an old rotary telephone that still does what it’s supposed to do, which is, as always (not play Angry Birds but), get a message across. I’m not sure what my message is yet, but I have to believe that there’s a message, and that’s what I’m going for.
So yeah, forget resolutions. (I don’t want to be kicked in the butt by myself.) I’m here to just be.