never-changing

yeah, right. it's really funny. year after year i've witnessed the very same bullshit - people believing (or appearing to believe, or merely dellusioning themselves) that with the end of an year and the beginning of a new one something has so change in their lives. for better, mind you. only, it doesn't. we start the new year with one hell of an hang-over because in the celebrations we drank too much. now come and tell me that a fucking headache is a good augur. anyway. beginning a new year, regardless of how good the party is, means nothing. because in the next day, in the very first day of everyone's so called "new life", everything will be the same. one will have the same people around - both those one likes and those hated. one will have the same dull and boring and pain-in-the-ass job. one will soon be back to the same routines. and the sadness and the problems of the previous year, those that we hoped to left behind as we cheered at the midnight, they will be back, uninvited, by the morning. if not before. so what's the big deal?