Monday, 07 January 2002 | Resolutions are made to be broken

Doh! Resolution number 9, lying broken on the floor. About two weeks ago, a stranger who works in my building handed me a CD of his friend's rockabilly band. Why he wanted me to hear it, I have no idea. It actually took me a couple days to follow orders, but when I finally did, I discovered that yes! I hated it. Later that day, after he left work, I quietly placed it on his seat with a polite but non-revealing thank-you note stuck to it, and promptly forgot about the exchange, until just now, when he came up to my desk and asked the dreaded question. Well, how did you like it?

I'd been all prepared to say something along the lines of oh, it's not really my thing, but thanks for loaning it to me, but he caught me completely off-guard, so that when I opened my mouth, the words uh, yeah, it was alright, yeah, pretty good came out. He said he'd bring me another CD by the same band for me to hear later. As soon as he walked away, I whispered to myself over and over: be more honest, be more honest. Well, I suppose it is only January 7th, and if resolutions were so easy to adopt, there'd be no need of going to the trouble of making a pledge to do so. I'm sure I'll get another chance to exercise my new brutal honesty very soon. Perhaps with the next CD he loans me…?