Happy New Year, smh…

This is the time of year where everyone wishes everyone else a Happy New Year, and it never pans out that way. Why is that? Let’s explore….

Wishing someone a Happy New Year is the same as telling someone to have a nice day, because after it has been said it is forgotten and life moves on. Have you ever met someone at this time of the year and asked them, ‘Hey, I wished you a Happy New Year this time last year. So tell me, did my wish for you materialize?’ …and that person gives you a stare that still haunts you to this day?

Origins?

There are many origins of New Years Day from many races, creeds, religions, lore, …etc. Some say it is based on the Earth beginning its new cycle around the Sun. But then, Every day you can claim the same thing if that were the case. Except in a leap year because February adds an extra day; Then New Years day would only happen every four years.

But this logic is not solid! It will not stand!!!’ you say. I reply, ‘I never stated it was!’ I’m just postulating, and I’ve always wanted to use the word ‘postulate’ in a sentence in various form and I finally did. Hmm, maybe new years resolutions do come true.

Upon further study, I have read where this is the time of year when the Sun starts to transverse the sky back into the northern hemisphere and in due course the southern hemisphere begins to see the Sun light hours start to decrease. Vice versa in June. It’s weird to think that the Earth has a tilted axis in order for all earthlings to share its warmth. I think there is a lesson to learn in that.

Whoopidee Doo Daa

I personally don’t really care about New Years Eve and am happy to go to bed at my usual time of 9pm. I usually wake the next morning at 430am, become conscious that I am alive and did not die in my sleep, then make my way to the toilet.

New Years day is like any other day, some people wake up with hang overs while other people clean up from the night before. It’s always the same, year in and year out. Just how boring are our lives that we do this every year with the same results? Mystifying isn’t it? Can you name another word that has two ‘Y’s’ in it? If you can, then happy freaking new year mate.

Who Can It Be Now?

Wait a moment, there is knocking at the door. Who could that be at this time of night? {opens door} Oh look, it’s the new year. {closes door} Well, that was unexpected wasn’t it? I should have stored some fire crackers nearby to light them off, or a horn to honk, or something… Alas, I’m going back to bed, too much excitement out there.

{Waking up the next morning} Ah, January first. {looks out the window} Nothing has changed that doesn’t happen on-every-other-night-of-the-year, and I have the dashes to prove it! It’s all the same every year around the whole world. New Years isn’t novel anymore and it’s a tradition that needs to be banished to the nether world. And if you haven’t heard, Dick Clark isn’t alive and that whole dropping of the ball thing?!? That is so early industrial age 1900’s. La-Dee-Daaa.

Auld Lang Gag Me With A Spoon

I won’t even write the name of that song everyone sings at midnight. It’s as morose and depressing as the happy birthday song. Imagine all the people around you as Zombies singing the happy birthday song and you will agree.

Maybe it’s my age. Have I grown grumpy? Am I so stoic as to not let go and have fun at least on one night of the year!? Yes and yes. I prefer to call it Wise and Knowing when to celebrate. You know, when something spontaneous happens in your life and you have a really good time in that moment. Do you try to repeat that every year on that same date? You can’t recreate a special moment because all the elements of that moment cannot be forced to be created again.

That’s why people get drunk on New Years Eve, because if you did it sober you might think, ‘What the actual hell am I doing here?’ Some people look forward to getting smashed, most probably because when they look back on the past year they might see that they really didn’t accomplish anything that would lift their soul. I know that is a terrible thing to say, but sometimes we need to face our truths. I’m not against people drinking, as long as they don’t drive or do anything stupid.

Endings And Beginnings

How do I end this monstrosity that I started? How do I wish you a Happy New Year without all the hype?

Well dear reader, for starters I am happy that you took the time to read this brief, and somewhat sarcastic at times article. If you do celebrate the new year, then live it deep within your heart. Otherwise, I bid you another hopefully glorious journey around the Sun. May we meet in orbit here again in 365 days and when I ask you how your year went, I hope to hear happiness and wonderment in your voice and through your stories.

p.s. If a year from now you need an ear to listen to you, a hug to hold you and a shoulder to cry on, I will be here for you next year. Unless I die before then!

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Art is just a regular dude. Likes humor, plays the drums and enjoys listening to his favorite pods. He doesn’t mind mowing the lawn, he is an observer of people

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Art is just a regular dude. Likes humor, plays the drums and enjoys listening to his favorite pods. He doesn’t mind mowing the lawn, he is an observer of people

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