2009.
I spent waiting for the arrival of the new year with my mom and sister. The truth is that I CAN'T STAND New Years Eve, or the stupid celebration that comes along with it, anyways. Every Year, it is the same: a group of friends gather to get completely shitfaced, a couple gazes lovingly into each others' eyes, counting down the seconds to their midnight kiss, everyone sets themselves up with resolutions they may never achieve--to lose weight, to quit smoking, to become a better person. Some of us even forget about our resolutions when the end of the year approaches. But we do it anyways, all for some change we hope to witness within ourselves. And do any of us ever witness this immaculate change? Sure, maybe a few of us will. But most of us don't. I know I have changed a lot since last year, but I never expected it, nor did I pledge it through some stupid man-made yearly tradition or assign myself to some sort of self-penance. The change just happened when it wanted to.
Mainly I find this entire thing as a big excuse for let-downs. A boyfriend and girlfriend who were once so in love with each other will later decide that it wasn't meant to be. My friends will fill out surveys and type in "I don't remember" or "No" to the questions regarding if they were able to keep their New Year's Resolution. And I would probably find myself puking my eyes out over the toilet the next morning. I don't mean to sound like a hater, but every year, it just brings about disappointment.
So for those of you who partied all night, I hope your morning-afters weren't too bad; to those who stood next to their significant other and counted down 3,2,1, I wish you both well; and for those who made resolutions, I hope you stay true to them and won't let yourselves down.
I have no expectations for this year. That night turned out exactly how I wanted it to: with my family, and we stayed up together with glasses of Sparking Cider, waiting for my dad. And I was just happy to be in bed by 3.
mkp
