Non-Resolutions

Every once in a while, everyone needs an existential crisis.

But the notion that everyone have their crisis on the morning that they're most likely still drunk on the last year and forced to wear sunglasses inside for the dawning of a new one is bullheaded and for people with a better memory than I have.

I mean, I'm 18 and I still can't remember to floss every day.

So I don't do resolutions. They're a petty formality and nobody sticks to them.

Plus, the idea of unique resolutions becomes profuse when they all say "go to the gym, lose 10 pounds, and stop eating so much ice cream." Please. Nobody is ever going to stop eating ice cream.

My 2013 started the same way my 2012 ended, and there is nothing to separate it from any year before it but the date I write on my papers.

Yet lately I've had the strongest urge to cleanse it all. Live life to the fullest, sure, take chances, yeah yeah, be healthy and feel good about myself, whatever.

But do it differently than I did before.

I'm going to try some things, I'm going to live selfishly (because it's my life so why the hell shouldn't I,) and I'm going to eat ice cream every fucking day if I want to. I'm going to talk to who I want and not talk to who I want, and I'm going to do the things that I know I love without paying any heed to the love that may not be real, but in fact residual.

I'm going to keep writing crappy poetry and I'm going to hug my teddy bear while watching movies by myself whenever I damn well please.

And if I want to ignore you?

So what.

It's 2013, bitches.