New Year, New You? Spare Me the Bullshit

Why Resolutions Just Don’t Work Anymore

AI-Generated Image of Me 20 years younger

Here we are, another year, another round of ‘new year, new me’ crap flooding our screens. You know, in the land of the lotus-eaters, time is a slippery son of a bitch. One second you’re making resolutions, the next, you’re watching them go up in smoke, along with your last drink.

As a single dad trying to navigate this mess, I’ve learned a thing or two.

Life’s wild and unpredictable.

One minute you’re the hero, the next, just another guy trying to make sense of the chaos.

Social media?

Don’t get me started. I’m a fucking writer, not a videographer.

Posting in TikTok and Instagram is like looking into a distorted mirror, everyone’s trying to outshine each other with their perfectly curated lies.

Trending today, gone tomorrow. Screw the algorithm.

So here I am just another man trying to figure out who he is in this digital freak show. It’s like wading through a never-ending party in the warm California sun, where everyone’s drunk on their own images.

And me?

I’m just trying to be a good dad and make sense of my own reflections.