Why are beginnings so clichéd?

Sir Uhm-a-lot: Really, why do they have to be? If you've been into those sentimentally shitty quotes, then probably you've read something like "when a door closes, a window opens" or "everyday is a new beginning" or "maaaaybe I'll try agaaaain" - okay, that is one of my favorite songs, so back off. But why the fuss? You have to go through all the routines and you hate yourself for being so excited about starting anew.

Miss Snotty: Starting new. Right. Beginnings? What can I say about beginnings? There are billions of beginnings everyday. To some eyes they are endings. But I do believe that it is all just a matter of perspective - it could be the beginning of an end, or the end of a beginning.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: Actually a billion beginnings could mean we are never satisfied with anything. We just ditch something we're in the middle of and want to start again. Can't we finish something and just improve on it when we're done?

Miss Snotty: We can. But how do you know when a beginning begins or an improvement becomes a beginning? Mind fuck dood. Petitio principii.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: Wait. I-I-I'm lost. Can we… err… start again?

Miss Snotty: Of course we don't start again! This blog is for mindfucking, Sir Uhm-a-lot! Don't you remembeer! Fucking! (And I just can't believe I just said 'remembeer'. Gods Freudian slip!)

Sir Uhm-a-lot: Well… uhm… I'll simply sit here while I wait for you to start addressing that beer thing of yours, if I do get that correctly. See what I mean? You'll eventually slip and go back to where you began. That's what I was trying to say, Miss Snotty. Exactly that. Exactly that.

Miss Snotty: I have no 'beer thing' sir. Fuck this blog. I need lunch. I'm beginning to feel my nose twitch, which happens when i feel like bitching about like hell.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: Well, I apologize, miss, but I think I've had enough of this beginning thing. It's quite disturbing thinking how the world started because you'd think about how it'd end. That's what people like me get from watching films like Sunshine. Paranoia about what could happen. Agh.

Miss Snotty: I'm not paranoid. Yet. I'm feeling like I will though, in the next few years to come? Yeah. I just need sex. And this is the part where we end this blog post because everyone but my mother knows that I'm a virgin. Hi mom!

Sir Uhm-a-lot: As if I could offer you that.

Miss Snotty: Before I start digressing to dirty sex jokes, let's say goodbye to our so-far non-existent readers. Goodbye laddies and gallies. Goodbye.

Sir Uhm-a-lot: Farewell, then. And don't worry, Miss Snotty, they'll come soon. I promise. Or else.