When does New become Old?

Vexing.

Unlike Sell by Dates on egg cartons and milk, do we have a guideline for when something that is labeled new is not new anymore?

You could buy a fancy purse from a fancy store for the price of a small sedan and wander off hoity toity. Get oodles of ahh and likes from Insta and FB. And then at some point that new purse becomes old.

When does this transition occur? Is there a date like the equinox or the solstice?

It is even more perturbing when it comes to man made stuff that is completely fanciful.

Like Happy New Year.

What? That is so completely vague that I do not know where to begin. It is one of the top all time meaningless comments in my book. I am guilty of wishing people back when they do me. All the times I do it I am very unsettled because I know not what it means.

Saying things without knowing its meaning has become a norm in society.

Does the year become old at some point? In which case were your wishes a limited time offer? If so how limited? It would be helpful to know. Also was that a wish or a statement? Some people will go all out and Wish you a Happy New Year. Then I guess they are wishing it be happy.

How happy? How long?

Will they call me when the wish and length have expired? Will I have to live in anxiety of that date?

How could I ever be happy then?

Very vexing.

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