Sorry, not sorry.
I am not changing my life this year.
The only resolution I ever managed to keep was “I´m never, ever wearing high heels again, ever.” and that was some time ago already. (It had more to do with experiencing the dangerous combination of the cobblestoned heel-hating unfriendliness of the downtown and a pair of cheap-but-beautiful raspberry-pink pumps. And drunkness. Oh my, did that hurt.)
I am not vegan, less so vegetarian, I hate exercising (unless it is a grammar exercise, I love those, especially when I´m the teacher) and I have no intention of starting with yoga. No way, dude. Last time I was able to spread my legs that far apart, I was still a virgin. Forget it.
The only reason I am on a diet (which I started in october) is my ugly skin allergy. I also like sweets and bake with white sugar (shh, don´t tell my doctor!).
As for my online presence, I am not spicing it up with more photos of myself (especially not in a bikini or with praying hands in front of a Buddha statue, God forbid)(I have one of those, but I hide it well), not getting a selfie stick and definitely, I am not paying a $300 fee to volunteer in an animal shelter in the middle of the jungle to write a post about how I helped to save this world.
The New Year´s Eve fervour might still linger, but I just keep being that old shabby me, with my cynism and ill-taste jokes at inapropriate times, with my round belly, messy hair and bad skin.
That´s the way I´m going to finish my thesis, pass my final exams and set to hitchhike accross Asia.
There is no magic wand to change that.
Just plain me. No tattoos, no make-up, no play-it-cool outfits.
Only me and only what I´ve got.
But after all, that´s what it takes, don´t you think?
Hey, did you like my facebook page yet? You should, you know. It makes me happy when you do.
Stray story seeker. Hungry hitchhiker. Wannabe polyglot. Aspiring travel writer. Currently bumming around in Georgia.
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