You know when the clock strikes midnight marking the new year and someone shouts “New Year resolution time!” but you hear “New Year revolution time!” so you grab the nearest bayonet and stab your roommates coworker through the thigh and everyone stops dancing to Miley Cirus (because why would you not start the new year with “Party in the USA?” You’re in America and you’re having a party, after all) and they stare at you all confused/terrified? God, it’s just about the worst.