Originally this post was called 'Lifestyle Changes', but the topic related so well to my previous post's title I felt compelled to add a '2' on the end.
The New Year is, let's be honest, a human fabrication. Yes the Earth has gone around the sun and I guess it's our pagan past that arouses this need to celebrate this celestial passing of time. But it gives us the chance to break habits, to welcome this new phase in our planet's vast history by changing the way we do things. Especially monotony, boredom, weight gain and so...
I was caught by surprise last night when my girlfriend and I decided to get a cat. I am 24 years old, I've traveled around the world and not thought twice about dramatically altering my lifestyle. Now I'm getting a cat. The comforts of my childhood, contrasted with the poverty of student life, have made me an unemployed man in his mid-twenties who lives off his girlfriend and generous parental donations. Now I'm getting a cat. How indeed this is a new dawn!
The feeling seems to have spread across the world; I mean the feeling of pride that something is changing, but surprise that the change is quite as dramatic. Sudan is loosing it's bottom half; Tunisia has lost it's reputation for stability; I'm getting a cat.
It's all the same. Isn't it?
