Another New Year

Well, here we are... another new year. 2006! Sheesh. I have to admit that out of all the holidays, I hate New Years Eve the most. I hate it more than Arbor Day, Columbus Day, or whatever other petty holiday you can think of. (Columbus Day is just too polarising these days anyhow.)

Maybe I just have a bad attitude, but more likely it's just past experiences. New Years Eve, is generally about people getting completely drunk off their asses and making promises they have no intention of ever keeping. ("I'm going to lose 15 pounds!," "I'm going to stop smoking," "I'm going to stop selling drugs.") This is my problem with the whole stupid holiday. In my own personal experience, New Years Eve marked, for five consecutive years, the most awful fights I ever had with my ex.

Our second New Years Eve together was 2000, the Millenium! The potential end of the world, and one of the worst nights of my life. I never really saw any reason to celebrate the New Year because every damn year was the same, at least in regards to the relationship. What was there to celebrate?

Last year, although with a new guy, I had strep throat, and spent the dreaded holiday in bed with a fever and almost unconscious. But this year, even though I was sick, I didn't have a fever. So I had to face my most unfavourite holiday.

I was in bed and asleep by 11:30pm, missing the ball drop and all that craziness. It's better that way anyhow.