I will never for the life of me be able to figure out what the deal is with New Year's Eve. Maybe it's because I am not now--nor will I ever be--a party person. The thought of being in a crowd of drunken revelers makes my skin crawl, and my skin rarely crawls.
A small part of me (no, not THAT small part) does understand the whole New Year thing, though. The resolution-making, the time to start over, etc., etc., ad infinitum. Like a lot of people, I try to make New Year's resolutions, and like most people, I fail. Last year I got a freebie when I gave up soda and carbonated beverages, and by default, caffeine. But that happened early in 2009 as a fluke, not as any real conscious decision to do it in advance. I got sick, the stuff made my skin crawl (okay, there's a time my skin crawled...satisfied?) and I stopped. I haven't had a soda since Jan. 16, 2009. The end.
But--and I know I've written about this before, so please forgive me--when you come down to it, one second it's 2009, and the next it's 2010. And why celebrate or even acknowledge that ONE second? I don't get that part of it. I don't get the whole let's go out and get drunk with a bunch of strangers and possibly start the New Year by vomiting on our--or some stranger's--shoes.
So you'll find me at home tonight, trying to dampen the noise from party central outside my window here in San Diego. In some ways, I'll be doing what I do best: Being a stick in the mud, albeit quietly and alone. Hmm...maybe there is a New Year's resolution here after all...
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