Well the festive period is over yet again for another year. We have managed to avoid long, harsh frosty nights instead having to accept milder but wetter weather. The dreaded climate change slapping us this time around with flooding and dark skies. At least we have already been told that the non-stop rain we’ve seen across England this last 12 months means we ‘probably’ won’t see hosepipe bans next summer. Yeah well we’ll see.
The Xmas tree is starting to appear less festive and more of an annoying pile of decorations, tinsel and knotted electric lights that at some point soon will need sorting out, returning for another 50 weeks in a large box in the attic waiting for its time to shine festively again. Why on Earth we have to decorate a tree in our living rooms just because a baby was born in a stable two thousand years ago is beyond me. As an atheist Xmas is just a time that when you hope the gifts you receive are close in value to what you’ve spent so it hasn’t been a negative cash experience. I sound like a grinch I know, and I shouldn’t as my girlfriend, who hasn’t got a lot of money, always manages to pull many surprises out of the bag at this time of year. Thank you! x
So now what’s left to celebrate?
Of course the New Year, the passing of 2012 and the start of 2013. Why? Why do we celebrate taking down a calendar and putting up a new one? Why does it matter if its 11:59:59 PM then in a heartbeat 00:00:00 AM on a new day, month, year, century or millennium? Who really cares?
It’s a non event that we are expected to celebrate and enjoy. We have to stand around half drunk, when we would be much happier sat in front of the TV at home, or tucked up in bed asleep, and count down, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, YAAAAAAAY!
People like New Year. I just don’t get it. I find the excitement about it very anticlimactic, especially as when you get home after a party you simply go to bed, lie in late and then hey you’re planning to go back to work the next day like everyone else. The first of January is a non event day. No one wants to go anywhere, or do anything, everyone is at least tired if not hung over and for what? The enforced fun from the night before of course.
I wish people a ‘Happy New Year’ because I’m so often called an anti social, depressing, grinch-like, misery guts that it is easier to simply say the words “Happy New Year” and then my life is made easier. By the simple act of raising a glass and counting down with everyone else and then popping the party poppers and singing along with the happy-to-join-in crowds whose imbecilic grins and smiles and enjoyment at the forced, organised fun, kinda makes the moment funny enough and enjoyable enough for me to raise an actual smile at the entire fiasco that I’m partaking in.
But I still see no reason why we have to celebrate a new year. Unless of course you only had 6 months to live, 12 months ago, then party like it’s 1999, otherwise it all seems pretty fucking pointless.