I could wish you all a Happy New Year and join you in the traditional singing (read: butchering) of Auld Lang Syne but I won’t. I just don’t care for the tradition. Nor do I really care for the tradition of watching the walking corpse known as Dick Clark as he shills craptastic bands and singers on us and they all end up watching a glorified Christmas decoration “fall down” to commemorate what is essentially just another spin around the sun.
For me, New Year’s Eve has always been a time of personal introspection and reflection. While I usually spend it blissfully drunk off my gourd in the company of good friends (whalebone anyone?), I am generally just being social for my friends’ sake. I have always actually preferred to be alone, in the dark and silence thinking about life as midnight rolls around.
In the quiet and dark I can reflect on my deeds and misdeeds, my triumphs and failures and while I don’t ever set resolutions because I don’t really believe in them (I’m too much of a procrastinator), I do try to promise myself to not repeat the same mistakes in the upcoming year. Sometimes I even accomplish this.
In the past while I’ve been mulling over the year I’ve always managed to find a song that fits my mood and in some way describes my overall feelings. This year is no exception.
This time around, the song that best describes how I feel about the year is A Long December by Counting Crows. It’s sad and melancholy with just the barest shade of hope that things will get better in the coming months. To me it perfectly reflects and sums up my mood, especially for the latter half of this past year.
On that note, good night folks. Maybe this year will be better than the last…