I always hope things will get better, regardless of the time of year, but in the spirit of tradition I want to wish everyone a happy new year (yes, I did go out and party, nothing wild, it was nice) on the first day of that year. I never make “resolutions”, and I don’t expect that I ever will. I’ve got better things to do and better ways to do them. It is not that as a person I can’t find something (okay, a lot of things) to improve upon (or that I could stand to have improved), it is just that an arbitrary undertaking like resolving to do something just because of what it says on a calendar seems to me to be pointless and silly. As somewhat of an introvert (my head does come out of my shell a fair bit, though, and sometimes to my detriment), I find that such traditions, when brought up in polite conversation, to be tools of oppression, if not in intent than in effect. Odds are, the person is just trying to be polite and conversant. Others might use it as another excuse to corner someone and talk their ears off about absolutely nothing and to then single them out for not getting as stoked about it as they are. I’m not saying this is what has happened to me in this exact way on this exact day, I just see a general principle and feel that this is one of the dangers of any instance of groupthink. I suppose if setting aside a certain day to say one will try and improve oneself really does the trick for some people who are convinced (the placebo effect) that there is something special about the last night of the old year and first day of the new one, I have no cause to judge. I just know that it is not right for me. I think it would be better if people would simply be resolute in all their endeavors, always. That’s not some special wisdom I have that I think others will be blown away by for having heard it from me, I just think it is something that is often lost sight of for any number of reasons, not the least of which is the tendency to associate certain things that should be done everyday with a specific day, and then to ignore it all the rest. I did not come here to preach, tempting as that is, but I couldn’t help but notice the parallel between this and the concept of the Sabbath, and the hypocrisy of gleefully sinning all week long and then patting oneself on the back for acting better on the weekend (maybe I’d be going too far to compare resolutions to indulgences), it is far better to be a humble pagan, which, incidentally, might be why I get along with them better than others of my persuasion do. I’ve had much deeper thoughts this night, but don’t care to share any of them at this time. Anyways, may 2013 be better than 2012. But in no less a way should the next five seconds be better than the last five.