New Year’s Eve

The second worst holiday of the year. I hate April Fool’s day the most. Buzzkill, I know.

The whole thing I have against New Year’s Eve is that I hate spending it with people that might not be there at the end of it. I realize that people might not be in my life no matter what I do on the 31st/1st but it’s the idea of spending it with strangers or people I don’t actually know will be there. You know those friends - the one’s that throw parties and invite you to them, yet you’re not quite close to them. I don’t want to spend my time with those people on New Year’s Eve. 

My dream New Year’s Eve would be somewhere quiet with close friends, drinks, games, movies, anything easy and simple. Actually, that’s a lie - my dream New Year’s Eve would be asleep. BECAUSE I LOVE SLEEP.

I don’t know. This year I can stay by my self, I can have a movie night with my best friend and my sister, or I can go to a few parties. 

I get really excessively nostalgic on New Year’s Eve. Last year, while at a party, I left to take a walk by myself. I spent the count down freezing, standing on the sidewalk, wishing I could see the stars. 

I don’t want to have a depression/nostalgia moment where all I want is peace and quiet around a bunch of people who don’t know me that well. If they aren’t my close friends, I feel like I have to stay upbeat, to celebrate, to care.

Is it weird to want to ring in the New Year as quietly and intimately as possible? I really think the people you spend New Year’s with are the people that are really important to you. 

Perhaps, I am a sentimental fool.