New Year's = Blah Year's

New Year's Eve is probably one of my least favorite "holidays" followed closely by New Year's Day. It's not that I'm opposed to the idea of it. It sounds nice. Like, oh, let's think about this past year and remember all the good things then say good-bye. But I hate saying good-bye. It's bittersweet. And, quite honestly, I think that bittersweet is worse than just plain bad.

It's not just that the day is bittersweet for me but I always have high hopes and it never turns out right. It's partially because I'm usually so focused on Christmas that I never make plans until last minute for New Year's Eve. And that never works.

This year I've forgone the couple's-only party (thanks, Lauren, but I can't. Other times during the year I don't have a problem being single but Christmas and New Year's Eve are the two times of the year that it stings a little), the cousin's family's party (I don't feel very social) and a couple of other invites just because I don't want to be kissed by a stranger (or practical stranger) at the stroke of midnight. I'm just feeling very "blah" about the whole thing.

So, guess what I'm going to be doing? Having dinner with the ex and then going to see a movie. Disfunctional? Probably. But... he's the only one that I feel like I don't have to pretend to be excited about New Year's Eve with. He's even more anti-New Year's than I am.

Enjoy your stupid New Year's Eve! I'm going to go and indulge in a little feeling-sorry-for-myself...