I have decided that it just doesn’t feel like New Year’s any more. Last year didn’t, and this year doesn’t either. Even though the new year will start in less than 11 hours, I don’t find myself with any sort of undue anticipation of the event, nor do I have any plans to do much of anything out of the ordinary. I can’t figure out why this is so, however. I think it has to do with the fact that, really, what difference does it make? It’s the day we have chosen to mark the beginning of the next calendar year, but really we could have picked any date for that. Would it make any difference if the new year started on July 1, or Oct. 1 instead of Dec. 1? I don’t think so. (Strike that, it would make one big difference, if it were July 1, we Americans would be the ones having New Years’ beach/barbecue parties instead of the Aussies. *L*)
It’s not because I am no longer a child, looking forward to family New Year’s traditions. No, I’m afraid, in my case, most of the new year memories I have are of other people celebrating while I was sick. (Call it a freak of coincidence, or a psychosomatic fear of crowds of drunken people, but of the 34 new year’s I have lived through, probably about 20 of them have been spent with me getting sick somehow..)
No, I think it’s the Y2K bug. You remember, when the calendar changed to 2000 it was going to be a major event, there might even be chaos and panic on the street, but even if not, the celebrations were huge, amazing, a triumphant entry into the new millennium! Every since then, every other new year has just seemed rather anticlimactic, hasn’t it?
Oh well, at least we get a day off of work for it!