Day One

It’s New Year’s Day. Some people rang in 2018 full of optimism for the year ahead. I woke up this morning wishing that I lived in Scotland so I could have an extra day’s holiday.

I’m tired. I’m bored of¬†everything that’s on TV. I’m getting increasingly annoyed at all the social media posts declaring “New year, new me”. It might well be a new year, but the “new” you will still have a lot of the old you in them. People who hop on board that train never really change; they just find other, better ways to disguise who they really are. They fool others, even themselves, into thinking that they are a different person to who they were before until inevitably, the mask slips.

I’m not in the mood to be positive, sorry about that. Maybe I will feel that way in a day or two. For now, I just want to sleep for an age. Happy New Year and all that.