This time last year, I wrote about why I hate New Year’s Eve. I then went back and deleted the blog because it was moody af, and I figured I didn’t want that sort of thing on the internet. I then went out on NYE 2017 and drank so much gin/tequila to compensate for the moodiness, that I spent all of New Years Day dashing to the bathroom to violently throw up that gin/tequila. It’s the worst hangover I’ve ever had and it prompted me to do ‘Dry January’ (which I achieved, and which I’ll be doing again this year too). I can’t believe I survived that hangover, let alone the last 360-odd days. I’m a walking miracle.
I’m not alone in disliking NYE, and whilst my life is pretty secure and I’ve been very happy this year – I find feeling low on the 31st is unavoidable for me. So, I thought I’d write this blog to say it’s alright to hate New Year’s Eve. It’s alright if you want to pretend it’s not happening and to go to bed early. It’s alright if you want to just to go a mate’s house for dinner and then get the night bus/tube home afterwards. It’s alright to not feel like yourself if you’re out trying to celebrate it. It’s alright if no-one kisses you at midnight. It’s just another day of the year, and all the good stuff commences from January 2nd onwards.
Stay off social media if you can, hang out with people who will tolerate your hatred of NYE, and most importantly: don’t stress-drink gin and tequila to the point of your own destruction.
Happy New Year (I guess…)