Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing with my life. Then the shower runs out of hot water and I forget all about it.
With new years just behind us, people are already disappointing themselves. All those resolutions that they couldn't keep. A two day high after which they drudged back to their old mundane selves.

Why we need New Years resolutions.

We think we change ourselves. A grand gesture, a turnaround, a clean slate; New Year is for everyone to celebrate. A chance for a change. We set off in an attempt to improve ourselves, and eventually, year by year, achieve perfection.
When we think about the future, we see ourselves being the person we want to be, doing what we want to do, being with people we want to be with. The past is usually filled with stupid decisions, bad comebacks and grammatical errors.
And this shows us that change is imminent. To reach that perfection is future, we need a resolution. A rule that we can live by, that will make us a better person.

Why it is stupid.

Because we can't hope to live with it. A lazy slob one day, a clean active person the next, is simply not possible. New Years resolutions make you change yourself in one day. And when we do change, we hate it. Within two days, the slob returns.
We are too hard on ourselves. We want to be perfect, yet we hate working for it.
And we shouldn't have to. You don't have to.

Now that you have all failed at your New Years resolutions, what next

Chill. Go back to watching tv. Punch that future bastard in the nuts. You're never gonna be that person. And not because you can't be, but because you don't want to be. You think you do, but you don't.
People change. You are going to, too. And you're not going to want then, what you want now.

How this is different from not having New Years resolutions.
Because you do have a New Years resolution! One that you can't fail at. You don't have to work for it, either. Easy as abc.

I want you to procrastinate. Yes, I do. Pick a task, something unimportant.
And then not do it.
The reason New Years resolutions fail is because you give up on them. And you can't give up here; because you aren't doing anything.
Don't start. Don't do what you decided to do. Procrastination is the best form of work. It doesn't require you to do anything. Yet, you are working.

You are mentally preparing yourselves for whatever task you set for yourself.

And when you are actually ready. A day when the tv doesn't seem that interesting. When none of your friends are online on facebook and nothing interesting is going on Quora (a lie, something interesting is always going on on Quora), you'll actually do what you wanted to do.

And it'll be easy. Very easy.

9:01 AM: I wake up in a doctors house. My vision is blurry, I can see the doctor sitting in front of me. He claims to have patched my brains up. 
He seems like a nice guy. Apparently I went and got my brains blew out by a bunch of angry people. Now I have no memory of anything ever. Doc tells me a robot dragged me out of the grave they made me dig for myself. Huh, robots exist! Cool.
“Do you remember who did this to you?” Doc interrupts my chain of thought.
“I have no idea.”
Suddenly, FLASH; everything goes super white, then a memory flashes. Like old film that someone dropped gravy on, the image is grainy. I see the face of my almost killer. It is unsurprisingly smug. He is also wearing a gay suit. Only an image would do him justice.
Look at the chumps he hangs out with. Not cool. From this memory, I come to understand that in my life that was BS (before shooting) I was a courier (see, BS). Apparently, this guy wasn’t happy that I was delivering some particular chip, so he ambushed me in the middle of the night. Long story short, I am here. And not dead. Well, that’s nice.
Doc said he has some more patching up to do before he can let me go. Time  for some sleep, I guess.
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3:31 PM: Doc’s done with me. He gives me some supplies to help me find my way. I have thought about it, and hired gun seems the best profession I can pick up now. Couriering is just not up my street, what with being shot on the job and all. Killing people on the other hand, I think, will turn out nicely.

It’s really easy to get a gun in the wasteland. Doc just gave me one. I wonder why he would have a crate full of extra nine millimeters, but apparently anything goes in the wasteland.
I come out of Doc’s house. I am in the town Goodsprings. 
Looks a bit dull, but I guess brain-blown-outs can’t be choosers. I make my way up to the Prospector Saloon.

As soon as I go inside, this woman hands me a rifle and asks me to come target practice with her, if you know what I mean.
I am impressed, news spreads fast in this small town. She must have already heard the tales of my manliness and bravado. I go outside and shoot at bottles with this woman.
After perfectly shooting every bottle, I start flexing my muscles when I notice that she was no longer standing next to me. Her dog tells me she invited to me to kill geckos with her. I didn’t hear it! She didn’t say it. So I run off after her and the dog.

Nice dog she has, Cheyyene. Cute giant thing.
So we come near a spring and spot some Geckos. Apparently they are mutated little lizards, or atleast look like them. When it came down to actual gecko killing, the woman chickened out a bit. She made me kill them. She just stood near a rock, smoking. What a chicken.
I found out Geckos are pretty easy to kill.

Killing geckos is boring. I killed like five of them.
“Lets go kill some geckos!” said so no one ever.
Apparently, since no one important wants to do, it generally comes down to the women to keep towns clean of geckos. I just got tricked into this stupid mission. I also saved a woman from some geckos. She thanked me and then immediately forgot who I was. Maybe it has something to do with the way I have my rifle up everybody’s nose. I still have figured out how to holster that thing.

Ignore me all you want. Like I care.
After that little adventure I hang around the town for a bit. Met the bartender, Trudy, of the Prospectors Saloon. She was having a bit of a scuffle with some guy, but that’s a story for tomorrow.

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9:01 PM: After a long day of boring myself, I return to the shack the town people have given me to lay in. It’s a shit place, but still better than living in the street.
That’s enough for today, folks. See you tomorrow.

Here’s a cool picture. Goodnight.

Yes, that’s a scary dude destroying someone with his sniper rifle. So cool.