A New Year begins! Yay! Yay?

So you partied, got sloshed, stoned, hung over and inside out to usher in the new year and thanks to you the new year has made itself very comfortable here. Yes, so comfortable that it hardly feels like a new year! It feels like we’ve known each other for ages! [It already knows that people have to work for a living and that traffic jams make this town come to life. Grrrr!]. On New Year’s Eve begins the tale of everlasting hope when one casts off all negative experiences of the past year and hopes to carry forward all the positive ones to the coming year. Or so you would like to think. In reality, this is how every New Year rolls...
After the celebration has died out you realise that most of your resolutions were broken even before you decided on which ones to keep and which ones to give up on like increasing your savings, losing weight, finally giving up alcohol, kicking the butt, not calling up your ex in a drunken stupor. Yep, you began your new year by breaking all of these. If that hasn’t made you feel bad already, worse is still to come. As you forget all about resolutions and new beginnings, with life mowing you down every step of the way, somewhere around the middle of the ‘new year’ you will suddenly realise that this year has been just like the last one! OMG! You whine and wail and push yourself over trying to undo things that you had vowed not to do in this ‘new year’.
Guess what happens after that?
More things you would like to undo, you dimwit. After you somehow manage to get past the anxiety and grief that this brings, you make futile attempts to salvage whatever is left of the ‘new year’. Wawasdat? New year? But that’s next year, right?