I’m not a big New Year person.
It’s festive and there’s food, drinking and dancing. But for me it’s just like any other day except that your expected to stay up till midnight, consume lots of alcohol, act like a complete loon and kiss someone at the 12th strike. For many that’s a normal Friday night.
My room mate likes to throw a fancy dinner, invite 15 friends over, chit chat over crab legs and pop streamers when the new year rings in. Sounds delightful except that out of the fifteen, I’m only interested in chit chatting with maybe 4. My reason for attending is mostly the crab legs and the fact that I live there. Yeah, I know. Not very festive.
But this year it’s a bit different for me.
This is the first year that I’m actually dating someone during the widely celebrated holiday. So I have someone that I’m actually looking forward to kiss towards that moment of all moments. But honestly, I can kiss her at any hour, of any day and still feel that joy that many say they feel at midnight.
So what’s the hoopla all about then?
I’m not a fan of the”The Ball drop”, crowds irritate me, I’m good after 2 beers, I can over eat any night of the week, not big on streamers and who cares about making resolutions.
Maybe I’m a new years grinch but the whole night seems to celebrate what we really should be celebrating every night. Life doesn’t end at midnight and babies aren’t massively born on January 1st.
I guess what I’m ranting on about is that every day should be a celebration because the next day, be it December 29th or January 5th, could be our last.
Anyways, guess I’ll go start that gym membership since my diet starts tomorrow.
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