I have much distaste for New Year’s Eve celebrations. Much. I’ve never fully understood the necessity to gather, drink a lot, watch people on television freezing their body parts off in New York City’s Times Square, count down from 10, kiss everyone around me and then go home and wake up with a hangover.
I don’t understand the drinking, the freezing body parts, the countdown, the kisses (although they’re a nice touch) and, most of all, the singing of Auld Lang Syne.
Quite frankly, it’s disturbing.
I don’t understand why our news outlets remind us, for the entire month leading up to New Year’s Day, of all the good and bad that has happened in the past year. I don’t understand why we’re mostly reminded of the bad. The political blunders. The economic crisis. The financial crisis. The global food crisis. The global warming crisis. And, every other crisis you can name.
I don’t understand why, for one evening, we are asked to cast off all of our cares, raise our glasses and celebrate the beginning of a new year. A new year that will bring, uh, newness. New chances for greatness. New chances for a better world. I don’t understand because it seems like for too long we’ve been casting off things we should’ve been keeping a closer eye on. And here we are, turning yet another blind eye to the world around us. After all, it’s New Year’s! We can be worried about life after tonight. And after we spend tomorrow recuperating.
And now, for the next 25 minutes leading up to 2009, we shouldn’t think about the possibility of future crises. Or of those happening around the world right now. We should be out with our friends. Celebrating. Perhaps toasting our survival of 2008 and surviving yet another presidential election?
I don’t understand news shows bringing on every other celebrity under the sun, quizzing them about their love lives and then asking them to wish all of us laypeople Happy New Year. I seriously doubt Samuel L. Jackson cares about my new year.
Why do Bill and Hillary Clinton get to push the button that drops the ball? No pun intended. I don’t understand that either. Or why someone would think proposing to his girlfriend on national television is remotely romantic. Like she’s really going to say “absolutely not!” on national television.
I don’t understand why Robbie Knievel’s jump in Las Vegas is drawing such a large crowd. Nor do I understand why my boyfriend is watching it!
So many things I don’t understand. But, hey, it’s a new year. I get 365 days to reflect on what exactly the point of New Year’s Eve celebrations are for.
In the meantime, Happy New Year’s, everyone!