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You Say You Want a Resolution

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

It's that time. Time to make New Year's Resolutions. Or, at least, to defensively justify not making New Year's Resolutions.

"Me? Oh, no, I don't make resolutions," you tell the friend who's writing a VRML-based application to track his 1999 progress toward the ideal body fat/muscle mass ratio. "I don't think it's right to force or cause with some sort of official pronouncement something as magical and mysterious and 'just happens' as Finding a Life Partner," you say to ... Breakup Mom. "Experts say that expecting instant results often leads to discouragement and feelings of failure," you inform the friend who's rejiggering her Quicken to automatically funnel 10% of her 1999 income into a new Roth IRA.

Well, you're right. Experts do say that. According to Dr. Domeena Renshaw, a professor of psychiatry at Loyola University Medical Center in Chicago, 50 percent of American adults make New Year's resolutions. Approximately 38 percent are still committed to change after seven days, but that number dwindles to less than 15 percent after six months.

Our resolve, it seems, is about as firm as the slush on the stoop. Why the thaw?

"A common mistake people make when they proclaim a resolution is to anticipate immediate gratification," says Dr. Renshaw. "Individuals must recognize that change is slow and requires dedication."

Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But I think I've come up with the real reason why New Year's Resolutions are doomed from the start.

It's all in the timing.

Well, sure. When are we supposed to come up with do-good, feel-good, be-good, eat-good, make-that-change vows for the next year? Right at the time of year when we're subsisting on rum balls and whole milk with raw eggs, watching the salt erode our new Manolos, measuring love in square feet of wrapping paper, never getting around to writing that holiday form letter, and living on the lam from Diners' Club bounty hunters.

Not, shall we say, a very empowered place to be when attempting to make life-changing resolutions.

So here's what I think we should do: make New Year's Resolutions in the fall -- like, say, around the Jewish New Year, or around the autumnal equinox (which, before the Georgian calendar messed everyone up, was when the Assyrians, Egyptians, Phoenicians, and Persians sang Auld Lang Syne). That's when everyone's actually feeling pretty jaunty, right? The weather's no longer sweltering, apples make great snacks, new classes mean new crushes, we're finally about to find out how on earth Mulder and Scully are going to get out of this one, and, everywhere you look, there are adorable little gourds and excellent sales on school supplies.

Now that's a good time to make some serious plans.

So I'm off the hook for now. But it never hurts to plan ahead -- so, while we're on the subject, here's how BG will pave the road to hell, come fall.

• I resolve never to call a guy to tell him I'm not talking to him.
• I resolve never to hook up with anyone whom I will later identify not by name, but by some other characteristic (eg "Renaissance Faire Man").
• I will go to the trouble of making risotto only for suitors who can distinguish it from "rice."
• I resolve that all gifts will reflect his taste, not my agenda, even though there's a dope new DVD version of The Beauty Myth.
• Resolved: I'm way too old to leave my contacts in shot glasses on someone's speakers.
• If I call a guy and he does not call me back, I resolve never, ever, EVER to wonder if I should have followed The Rules.
• God grant me the serenity to accept the fact that a decent latte will cost me $4.
• I will recalibrate my standards. Note to self: "He's ... normal!" is a given, not a plus.
• 1999 will be the year that I use The Pill to control birth, not zits.

While I'm at it, here are some resolutions CERTAIN OTHER PEOPLE need to make:

• My wedding shower will not have a "theme."
• I will not ask Breakup Girl for her cute friend's phone number unless I have already confirmed that one of said friend's friends has recently asked for Breakup Girl's.
• I will not ask Breakup Girl how come someone "so terrific" does not have a date for New Year's Eve. I trust that when she figures it out, she will let me know.
• I resolve not to abbreviate "Breakup Girl" as BUG. Look -- and enjoy the rare moment that a woman will say this -- at my chest; notice the official logo. B. G. Breakup (noun, one word). Girl. BG.
• I resolve to donate all proceeds from the "Mars and Venus" empire to the National Organization for Women.
• When my friend calls me because she is sad about her boyfriend, I will not tape-record our conversation.

Now. There is also, of course, another kind of resolution.

Not the kind where you resolve to do something in the future. The kind where you resolve something from the past. As in: closure.

Not the kind where someone else finishes your business for you. No such thing. The kind where you say: "Well, I don't have all my questions answered nor all the abject apologies I wanted, but heck, life is messy, and it's up to me and only me to find the wherewithal to move on."

In other words: resolution is do-it-yourself. No fair having it be contingent on a particular yet-to-be-had conversation or piece of information. No fair saying "I can close the books on this relationship if and when I receive an itemized 'Why' list in triplicate." Why not? Because nothing your ex can say or do, short of coming back -- and maybe even not that -- will automatically tie things up with a magic bow. I've said this before in varying contexts: Having resolution depend on a fantasy is an excellent way to not achieve resolution. Which is an excellent way to have only blame, hurt, and gloom on your dance card.

We'll discuss this more in your letters. In the meantime, pick up the phone and call Gotham Comedy Club at 212-367-9000 to make reservations for Breakup Girl LIVE this Thursday! Last month's show sold out early ... and this month's theme is: New Year's Resolutions. Also: you'll find out the latest developments between Paul the Intern and Becky the Techie ... and maybe even meet Breakup Mom!

Or plan on cybertuning in live at 8:30 PM EST.

Onward...

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