Douche Year’s Eve
I swear to God, every year I say I’m going the fuck FAR away for New Years, but it has yet to happen.
I don’t really care that much about New Years Eve. I have cared, but as I get older and more curmudgeonly, I honestly don’t give a flying fuck what I’m doing as long as I’m with at least one other person that I love. That’s it.
I am also not a resolution-y kind of person. Anymore. I make changes in my life as I see fit. I just got an email about January detox from one of my friends-dude I’ve been eliminating shit out of my diet for months now, I couldn’t detox anymore if I tried. So, I’m just gonna keep on keeping on, no resolutions for me.
I remember one of my favorite New Years Eves: I had just become single for the first time in 8 years. I was dating, but no one special. I had some party options. But my favorite band was playing a gig at Bowery Ballroom. I got a ticket on Craigs List and went by myself. It was amazing. No pressure. I had a few drinks, danced to my favorite songs, and went home. Alone. Greatest night of my life, at least one of them.
If only it could always be that simple.
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