As much as I love the beginning of a new year, I've never really been a firm believer in New Years' Eve, and that's why I could probably run a masterclass on how to destroy it. So here's the masterclass.
The first option: tell yourself yourself you don't want to do anything this NYE and instead decide to watch Netflix. Then, a mere 72 hours before the Big One, you decide "no, NYE is calling my name. I must attend the nearest party". Alas, your lateness means you spend the night walking around your respective town/city being told there's no room at the inn.
The second option: embrace that 'Yes Man' spirit you've had since 1st December, and drink and eat the night away. You will find the funds from your wallet have decreased, and your BMI will have increased (massively). But hey! January is just round the corner, and you'll be able to sort that all out when you totally stick to your Resolution all year.
The third option: assess your success. This is always a favourite of mine on the 31st. Compare your success to somebody else's, say Emma Watson's or Malala's, and you will feel incredibly proud of your 2015. Or not.
In all seriousness, we all know NYE is bad. So I'm just cutting myself off for the night. I will not get sucked into the text vortex, I will not watch bad TV, but I might get some balloons. You always need balloons. And helium is always a riot.
Have a safe one kids.
Have a safe one kids.
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