Dec 31 2002
New Year
I have never understood the fuss many people make over New Years. It really is nothing more than the day we begin repeating the months. There are 12 months and we have now used them all, so we shall start over with the first one. We are, after all, intelligent beings, and we must put a name to everything. Even our days.
Will you feel any different when you wake up tomorrow morning than you did this morning? Will your circumstances have changed? Will you be richer? Poorer? Smarter? Better looking? (Will the person in your bed with you look as good as he/she did last night at the bar?)
If there were a Scrooge for New Years, I would be him. This is one holiday I have never understood.
Many people use it as an excuse to go out and get snockered off their asses. If you are one of those, remember to call a cab or have a designated driver. Be safe, and live another year.
May your resolutions make it past the first week. Happy New Year.
One Response to “New Year”
Some people need an excuse to party so they use the end of the old year as a reason to kick back. I’ve never been especially psyched about this holiday – we’ll do a nice dinner out and maybe go to the Green for fireworks. But we’d do as much almost any other night off when there are fireworks around.