Happy February

Happy first of February! It isn't New Year's, I know, but I've decided the only way I'm going to keep to any of my Resolutions (notice the capital R) is if I treat every month as a separate entity - for effective goal-setting.

Yes, I have been reading my (super-large) psychology textbook lately, plus a load of self-help books, leading to

1) A change in my hand-writing (Now, I can't understand it myself :))

2) Me identifying a lot of goals.

2a) Me striving valiantly to reach those goals.

3) Me analysing every person I meet for signs of personality disorder (so far, everyone I meet seems to be suffering from megalomania, low self-esteem or depression - I must be doing something wrong.)

4) A well-founded conviction that self-help books must be thrown out of the window at the first opportunity.

My first advice: STAY AWAY FROM SELF-HELP BOOKS! They're really addictive and they'll poison your life if you let them. Now, you can't even swear when something bad happens because you swore to curb your temper, didn't you? Or sleep properly at night because you suddenly remembered you didn't do your ten-minute meditation and introspection time (whatever that means).

People don't really like lifeless, ever-calm people who smile all the time, like zombies. Leave that to air-hostesses who are at least paid for that kind of stuff. People really like people who get mad and storm and rage for a while. It shows they're human. Just don't do it too often.

And trust me on the self-help books.