I wish I had something to say about this new year, but I don’t. Is there really much different now than there was yesterday? A new year is not starting over, it doesn’t erase the past or change who you are. What’s all the hype with waiting for the ball to drop and kissing someone at midnight? I’ve never had a New Years kiss, nor did I even watch the clock change to 12. I spent it drinking away how fucked up everything is, and then laying in bed the entire night with my mind racing while the rest of the world partied or slept. Should I be looking forward to another year of disappointment, isolation, and rejection? That was my last New Years ever, what a waste. Here’s to another year of not belonging, another year filled with letdowns and another year of spiraling downward.
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People put to much emphasis on the new year, when in reality, its just another day. people make resolutions that they’ll abandon in two weeks. I don’t understand what all the hype is about
Yeah, someone wished me good new year 2014 and to forgot all the “annoyances” and wish for the best in this year. It really hurt somehow. Okay I was happy that I was wished that but my problems are not annoyances. They are scars that show on my body and some kind of a fear for life. I don’t know how to quite explain it. But the past is there. You can’t change it.
It annoys me that people think like that.
I never have been to any ball either. But then I mean if you want it you csn always do that. Do you want it?
So just I mean there’s sort of nothing to lose if you are in that down spiral so maybe you have received the bottom and its time to rise?
Aye, it’s really just as arbitrary as most of the other holidays, but I don’t mind. It was still a good excuse to get out there, burn some money and drink a lot. Fun while it lasts. Surely better than Christmas during which everything feels dead.
It’s hard for me to think in terms of years, and you are right that the celebration is arbitrary and not for everyone. I never celebrated the “new” year. We are all pilgrims, alone, searching for something to reach us–and to give us a reason to live.