So another
year over, another begins. Yet everyone cannot help but reflect on the previous
year’s happenings. Entirely natural and usually done at the bar New Year’s Eve
with friends and strangers alike whether they want to hear it or not.
It goes
something like this. “Just listen”, “Ok wait a minute”, “I gotta tell ya”, “No,
really, it happened to a friend of a friend of mine”, “I really shouldn’t say
anything, but”, or “I’ve never told anyone this before, but”, bla bla bla.
Drunken
confessions or enticements are all that. Drunken and meaningless. Share it,
mean it, shout it, tweet it, feel it, rub it, tug it, whatever. Same shit
different year, right? And for what?
Resolutions
were, at one time, a verbal bond. A contract that you could not rescind under
any circumstance because you gave your word. Your word meant something then. Your
word was your bond. That was way back when your word was an oath of honor. Swearing
on your word was your intent to fulfill the obligation. This is what made you
an honorable person. Your word meant something, if not everything. Your word
was you. If your word meant nothing, then you were nothing, and never trusted
or taken seriously…ever.
Read this last paragraph again if you don’t get it.
To not fulfil your obligation meant that you were
untrustworthy (Not worthy of trust or reliance) and would eventually starve to
death because nobody would trade with you, deal with you, or trust you in any
way whatsoever.
This is one product of evolution, in my opinion, that is due
for a roll back. A de-evolvement if ever there was one to happen. Or to put it
another way would be “Old School”. Let’s all go “Old School” on this one just
to see what happens. Whaddaya say?
I had a friend forward a joke to me that read:
I’m going to open a new establishment and call it “Resolutions”.
At the beginning, there will be exercise equipment, so we can call it a gym. After
the first two and a half weeks the exercise equipment will be slowly removed
and it will just become a bar.
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