That’s “Welcome to the New Year” for those of you who don’t speak German or know how to use Babel Fish. I hope everyone made it into 2007 in one piece. For my part, I am happily hangover-free and, nonetheless, still in my PJs well after sunset.

It only seems like yesterday that I was fending off resolutions and dying of mono. Oh, Time’s wingèd chariot and all that. This year, though, I have decided to do the resolution thing again. I mean, what’s so bad, really, about an arbitrary goal that owes its existence largely to an arbitrary holiday? Arbitrary and meaningful don’t have to be mutually exclusive. No, they do not.

Initially, I toyed with the idea of resolving to be more concise. Brevity and exactness are qualities I’ve always admired but never much possessed. According to one friend, however, my general lack of focus and loquacious nature are both part of my charm. Who knew? I’m certainly not so flush in the charm department that I’m gonna just throw some away … especially since being chatty and diffuse come so naturally for me.

So, what big resolution did I settle on, you ask? Well, I resolved to learn how to keep my own counsel.

See it recently occurred to me that the approximate ratio of times I’ve said just enough to times I’ve said waaaay too much/too little has got to be somewhere around 1:9. And the too little-to-too much ratio’s somethin’ like 1:4 or 1:5.

That’s just not enough just enough and waaaay too much too much.

For example, just last week I said, “There are a lot of lesbians in [area town known for its large lesbian population],” to an openly gay woman in my office outloud. All I can figure is that it was a fragment of a thought in formulation. Why did I say it? If I only knew. Sometimes I just open my mouth and stuff comes out … stuff that makes me wish rapping one’s own forehead with a closed fist was more socially acceptable.

Wish me luck. I suspect I’ll be needin’ all I can get.

Smell ya later, 2006.

Posted in SoC, Umm ... on 01 Jan 2007 |