Another year has come and gone, and as with every yearly happening, holiday, and event, this stirs up some serious emotion and thought for many. If you frequently read my posts here, then you are aware of the fact that I am as emotional as we come. Everything from videos of Justin Bieber's dancers dancing the the Atlanta airport (THEY LOOK SO HAPPY!!!), to movies like Marley & Me, make me cry. This being said, it is no secret that I have gotten emotional time and time again as the clock has struck midnight on New Year's Day. However, this year this was not the case. Instead, I have been filled with feelings of discontent these past few days, and here's why...
Maybe it's because I'm a psycho with an English degree, but if I see one more person post something on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram Keek, AIM, Google+, MySpace, Yougetthepicture, saying "Happy New Years," I am going to get irrational. It's not a new years, it's a new year. There's only one of them. You quite possibly celebrated New Year's Eve, the eve of the new year, or asked someone "What are you doing for New Year's?," which is the possessive form of the noun, but STFU with wishing everyone a Happy New Years!!!! You don't wish people a Happy Thanksgivings, do you?
Additionally, I realized yesterday, as I slept past noon, that as a society our entire notion of setting resolutions is complete asinine. Think about it...we are taught that at the end of each year we should set new goals and aspirations to fulfill within the coming year, and each day we are supposed to be working towards that goal and bettering ourselves. We then follow this up by partying and drinking our faces off on the last day of the year, leaving us useless and lazy on January 1st. Nothing says "chase your dreams" and "lose that muffin top" quite like a hangover and a greasy brunch. It's as though we have collectively agreed that the official start of the new year isn't until January 2nd.