There are two types of people in this world: those who make New Year’s resolutions, and those who hate all the idiots making New Year’s resolutions.
Take a wild guess which kind of person I am?
It’s not that I have any problem with the concept of a resolution; I think an active attempt to better one’s self is a totally worthwhile goal.
In fact, I think setting goals is the only way a person can even hope to improve his lot in life. (Excluding an incredible stroke of luck like, winning the lottery or finding a pot o’ gold at the end of a rainbow. But I wouldn’t sit around waiting for that to happen, because unless you’re a wee little Irish elf, the closest you’ll ever get to a pot o’ gold are probably those little green marshmallows in Lucky Charms. And do you know what the odds of winning the lottery are? You’d probably be better off attempting to shrink five feet and learning to say “They’re magically delicious!” in an Irish accent.)...