Every hour of December 31st you’re bombarded with the same question in many variations; “What are your plans for the evening?”; “Big New Year’s Celebration Tonight?” and so forth. The thing is, most don’t remember on January 1st what they did the night before. Are New year’s Eve celebrations that important? The eighteen to twenty-something crowd are usually overly excited, getting their outfits together and making sure there are more than just two party options for the evening, hell that seems to be the opinion of most. But what about those that just think of New Year’s Eve as any other night? Are those who prefer not to pour champagne over their heads at midnight while dancing to a Ciara throwback jam in a crowded room of strangers any less “cool”? The night just seems like more of a hassle than it is drummed it to be. You can’t catch a cab, and can you trust the drivers anyway? They might be drunk. You can risk having some lightweight stranger, or friend, barfing all over those new shoes you spent all day shopping for. When asked; “What did you do for new years?”—and you answer “oh Netflix and a large pizza at home by myself.” Is that less of a moment than counting backwards from ten with help from fifty of your closest acquaintances? As if it’s kindergarten all over again? Is it so much better than having a marathon of The Office by yourself, enjoying your own company, as you avoid ruining your prized garments and freshly done hair. New Year’s Eve is overrated, and personal, so no matter how you spend it, it’s your memory. Don’t let anyone, or society, mainly society, make you feel bad for wanting to avoid the madness and enjoying it the way you wanted to. Even if its watching porn while eating a tub of ice cream.
author: Adane Byron
tags: New Year's Eve