If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that bad things ALWAYS happen on New Year’s Eve.
I don’t mean you always bump your knee on the corner of the coffee table after one too many champagnes, or you lose your purse (and perhaps a little bit of your dignity) at the club with your friends.
In my world, New Year’s Eve means things never go as planned.
Someone (and by someone, I mean me. IT’S ALWAYS ME) will inevitably end up crying, or hurt, or arguing and then the first two weeks of the new year are then spent riddled with guilt that you somehow ruined every chance of happiness you might have had in the new year.
We all know that how you spend the first three minutes of the new year ultimately determines how your year is going to turn out, right?
If you’re crying at 12:02 on January 1, chances are something TERRIBLE is going to happen to you in mid-October. Don’t blame me, that’s just how the universe works.
*Taking this moment to clarify that I am no expert on "the universe" so this may or may not be true.
Anyway, all of the DRAMA surrounding New Year's Eve makes it the holiday I look forward to the LEAST every single year.
Maybe it's just me, but anybody who has ever been lucky (and by lucky I mean extremely unfortunate) to spend the night of December 31 by my side knows NYE and I are just NOT friends.
We don't get along in the slightest.
Why? Because, well, things always get messy and complicated and not very nice at all.
Like the year I had a massive fight with my closest family members because they were CLEARLY CHEATING at a game of Cluedo and didn't speak to them for three months. We were also stuck on an isolated farm at the time. Yes, it made for a very awkward New Year's Day drive back home.