Bollocks?: New Years part 2

Oh God another year of your life has slipped away and another daunting one begins. Another year of colleagues you hate, in laws you despise and a job that bores you to tears. As though that wasn’t bad enough, society dictates you must give up something you love in order to create a “new you”. Usually at that point you remember that resolution you made last year that was dead in the water by February. You wonder how many child cough drops it would take to top yourself, then you go to bed and awake the next morning to repeat another year that will be the same as the last. The only difference is the date year you write.The real kick in the nuts is that you’re expected to celebrate all this.

“Thank God someone said it!”

Am I getting ahead of myself? *Re reads last paragraph* Okay I may have just given Sylvia Plath a run for her money. Allow me to explain.

I admit there is probably some fun to be had at New years. As a tender teen my best New Years are probably still ahead of me and there are probably far better places to spend it than a rainy little village. My Dad is guaranteed to be in bed by 9:00pm and sometimes I think he has the right Idea. I have several reasons for disliking New Years. They are as follows:

First of all New Years marks the end of the holidays. It’s time to take down your decorations, get back to work, get back to school and stop being so bloody cheerful!

Second, I tend to dislike any event your meant to enjoy. The pressure to have a great time, I find, somewhat takes the pleasure out of the night.

Third, I don’t care how good your New Years Eve party is, it cannot ever hope to outshine the magic, fun and excitement that is Christmas Day. I like to wear a veil of intoxication on New Years Eve whereas Christmas Day is something I stay keenly sober for. Sure many of us have a drink but It’s like we drink to escape the feelings on New Years rather than to amplify them. I see it as people trying to forget the pressures from the year ahead. A sort of last hurrah before it all starts again.

You’d drink too if you had to lick your own bollocks.

Sure I have had good New Years but I always feel like everyone around me is enjoying it far more. Or at least pretending to. Are people really so happy over this arbitrary thing or are we just all lying and in doing so making everyone else feel as though they have to have a good time? Maybe everyone feels this way. Maybe this blog will reveal the truth and we shall no longer fool ourselves with this silly rhubarb! Or maybe I just need to shut the fuck up. I’d like to hear your opinions on this so feel free to comment.

 


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