20SB Debate # 2: New Year’s Resolutions

 Ahhh…thank God for something to post about.  I went to the dentist this morning to have a cavity filled and an old filling replaced.  Needless to say, one whole side of my face is still mostly numb and I actually caught myself DROOLING at my desk.  Gross.  So yeah, the whole idea of having to come up with something to blog about was too much.  Thank God for 20SB debates! 

This fortnight’s debate is: 

It’s time for new years resolutions. What is one thing about yourself that you are definitely NOT changing?

I never really believed in New Year’s Resolutions.  I’ve resolved to lose weight, be less angry, even use profanity less.  They all failed.  I was good at it for the first two months or so, but eventually I wore out and gave up.  According to Dr. Phil, the problem is that I’m not following the right path for resolutions.  New Year’s Resolutions should be specific, measurable goals that you will be held accountable for.  I never dared to set a specific amount of weight I wanted to lose for fear that I’d never hit the 10 or 15 pound mark and then I would feel like a total failure.  How exactly do you measure how angry you are or how often you become angry?  And finally, the only person who held me accountable for my profanity use was myself, and occasionally the random stranger who would scoff in my general direction when they overheard me swearing like a sailor.

So really, what’s the point? 

B asked me yesterday what my New Year’s Resolution was, and upon hearing me laugh and say “Ha, nothing!” he just looked bewildered.  He had a multitude of resolutions:  eat more salads (good idea), less fast food (GREAT idea), work out 5 times a week (okay, really, stop showing off!), wake up earlier and go to bed earlier (who is he kidding?).  I stood in the kitchen, shoulders slumped as always, and responded tentatively with “I don’t know, slouch less?”

He just laughed at me and responded, “Babe, you’re hopeless.”

Yeah, so maybe I am hopeless.  Really, my opinion of New Year’s Resolutions amounts to this:  Who ever really succeeds?  I mean, who else besides the random person who goes on Dr. Phil with the goal to lose 210 pounds (did anyone see that recent episode?  was it yesterday?) ever really succeeds?  And then, it’s only because Dr. Phil is gonna “give it to her straight” and even tape her picture up at the local McDonald’s with a note to NOT SELL HER ANY FAST FOOD.  So really, don’t even get me started.  We’re all set up to fail.  So this debate is something I can do.

There are plenty of things I’d like to change.  I hate my nose.  HATE.  I’ve wanted a nose job since I was 13.  The only thing that holds me back is the amount of money it will cost me (definitely don’t have that!) and the pain I will face (seriously, I’m the biggest wimp EVER).  I have zero patience for people who are late.  I have zero patience for people who don’t tell the truth.  Those things, I’m afraid, aren’t going to change.  I wish I was either shorter or taller, but not this awkward middle height.  Sadly, I was born of “average” height with an ugly nose and zero patience.

Wow, maybe I should resolve to be nicer to myself, no?

The truth is, I have a bit of an attitude problem.  It’s not necessarily a bad thing.  When I say attitude, I don’t mean shitty for no reason or snobbish.  No, it’s more like, if I’ve got something to say, I’m going to say it.  Granted, I still take people’s feelings into consideration, but only if they’re someone WORTH considering.  Examples:  a friend.  a family member.  Non-Examples:  a stranger.  a friend of a friend of a friend.  You get the picture.  Some people call me a Bitch.  I capitalize it because really, it’s not that bad of a thing.  If being a Bitch means that I’m someone who isn’t afraid to stand up for herself or someone she loves, then so be it.  If being a Bitch means I’m a woman who won’t settle for being dicked over, fabulous.  I’d rather be a Bitch than be some girl who whines when she is disrespected, or worse CRIES, then does nothing about it.

Being a Bitch has it’s good points.

Being a Bitch has gotten me into trouble sometimes.  Once, I was asked to leave a bar by a bouncer on a power trip.  However, the reason was that he was making rude comments to a girlfriend of mine, and I called him out.  Then there was B’s birthday, where his friend basically told him off, told him to choose between his relationship with me and his friendship with him, and I went the hell off.  I turned into Whitney Houston that night, all “Hell to the NO!” and basically told him where he could go.  Sometimes people look at me like I’m crazy, but you know what?  When I see a woman who is being disrespected by anyone, be it man or woman, whatever, and I witness her do nothing about it, I look at HER like she’s crazy.  Especially if she starts talking about women’s rights and how we shouldn’t have to deal with shit like this in this day and age.  Girl, you’re right.  But you’ve got one problem…  Who does you think is responsible for making sure we WOMEN are treated with respect?  Everyone else?  Nope, think again.  You’re responsible for that yourself.

So yeah, I’ve got a little bit of an attitude problem.  I could stand to tone it down a notch.  It riles me up when I’ve had a little bit of liquor (mostly vodka) to drink, and sometimes I need to take a chill pill.  But I’ll tell you what… let some random guy grab my ass at the bar.  He might not get his fingers back.  Let some guy in a power position treat me like shit (ahem, last boss).  He’s going to get some feistiness right back in his direction.

That is definitely one thing about me that I’m not changing.

The nose, however…  That’s still up for debate.

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