Resolutely Resolutionless

Someone wouldn’t believe I’m not the resolution type. It’s not to say there aren’t things I can’t change (my girlfriend has a list. An ever evolving list) but giving it such prominence is self-defeating. Making a list and checking it twice, we’re gonna find out who’s body ain’t tight, full despair is coming to town isn’t my thing (maybe that could be one. I could resolve to get a thing).

Nah, I have enough pressure not doing the things the voices tell me. Just think if I wrote some of those bad boys out? Then I’d feel obligated to do them. Trust me, the carnage you can imagine would only be a Lifetime Humanity In Peril Movie Of The Week. In reality I’d be my own series, “Holy Shit! How’d We Not See That Coming?’ Maybe Discovery would have it’s own week devoted to me, Zell Week: Turns out you would have been safer with sharks. Has a nice ring to it actually.

But I didn’t want to bother this annoying person with all that background. Whenever someone tells me they don’t believe me I have trouble knowing where to go from there. Sure, I can hit the obvious, tell them it’s because the truth doesn’t fit into the narrow scope of their psychosis. But that never works. I could go for a warning,

“You should let it go before I tell you some truths you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to scrub off your brain with steel wool.”

Or, sadly because I don’t listen to the voices in my head, I let them down easily,

“Well, if you don’t like my truth it’d be best for you to leave because all I’ve got left are opinions and, trust me, you are NOT going to like them.”

The resolution person is only venturing here as a redirect. You see, she doesn’t really care that I’ve resolved to give up squirrelly sex (HEY! Let’s not get disgusting here! That’s where you resolve to stop making squinty little faces during sex. You people are sick!). She wants me to ask about her resolutions because, so far, she’s been on the ball.

To the gym, away from any bar not of the salad variety, she’s read a book without a number and color in the title, been mentoring someone in something she knows a little about but is wrong at least half the time, you know, just being a so much better person than the acid spewing slug named I.

And she wants me to know it.

But I don’t give it to her. I know for a fact the first time Gladys in the office doesn’t notice the three pounds she’s lost this week she’ll spiral into a cheese danish and mojito coma.

I’m not picking on women here, men are just as resolution loopy. But I can, socially acceptably, rip another guy to shreds when he tells me by summer he’s going to turn his keg into a six-pack. I can berate him, cause him to crumble into a fetal position, stand over him while mockingly pouring beer all over him and they’ll still let me stay on the public bus.

But I wasn’t going to budge. And neither was she. She finally changed her tactic to the old,

“I know why you don’t want to tell me. You’re already broken them, haven’t you?”

I am fortunate. I know that. I find myself in unpleasant situations with people yet they always give me a way to burrow out. I poke out my non-fuzzy, caustic head which causes them to scurry while I enjoy doing the Caddyshack gopher dance with my dignity intact (let’s not quibble over that, okay?).

“You got me.” I say. “I couldn’t believe it, but I did. I swear it’s a compulsion. A weakness. You’re right, I have but only one.”

“What is it?” She, with moral superiority, asks.

“I’ve killed the years first hobo and turned him into a garden scarecrow.”

“Do you always have to be such an idiot?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, it’s the only resolution I’ve consistently maintained.”

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3 responses to “Resolutely Resolutionless

  1. i give her credit for at least responding to your hobo comment but that’s all the credit she’ll get.

  2. "It takes one to know one"

    Your post came at a perfect time. I was just sitting down today to start writing my 2013 New Year’s Resolutions and realized that if I DON’T write them, I technically have not broken them. Thank you for your incredible inisght!

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