To HATE New Years Eve with a passion?

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I've always really hated New Years Eve. I find it really depressing, I'm not sure sure why? Maybe it's to do with being another year older, but in the days running up to it I suddenly feel really low for some reason?

I also hate this idea that you have to go out and have a good time. The best NYE's I've ever had are the ones where I've done nothing and just watched television. If you go out you end up being charged the earth to get in somewhere, squashed in with barely room to swing a cat and then struggling to get a taxi home until 7am or something stupid.

I hate it and wish it could be cancelled!

I have loved NYE since i've had the kids. No pressure to go out, just enjoy my own little family. Normally dh and I share some nice wine, chat or watch tele etc.

This year is mixed though. I'm pregnant and so looking forward to my new baby but a relative is dying of terminal cancer hundreds of miles away . Unusually we have spent it with some of my dh family and i'm glad as the kids have enjoyed it, staying up late with cousins. But I feel guilty. I've managed a meal, a game and to see in the bells but I cried when they played Auld Lang Syne on TV and came to bed.

My spiritual home on this thread I think; same shit different date.

I've always disliked the bells bit - when I used to go out on NYE I'd quite often disappear to the toilets beforehand & not 're-emerge till all the drizzle was over.

Stayed up last year as extended family on a break together & felt it'd be rude not to.

Came up to bed at 11.30pm leaving dh to his own devices tonight.

I've done my own thing again, escaped the gores etc.

I wish you all a wonderful 2014. The only way is up right? (Yaz with the only way is up was number 1 the day I was born, disillusioned optimist here?

Ahem - escaped the hordes.

Cardiff ain't that wild on NYE

15/16 was my age when I stopped loving it. My Grandma's birthday was Christmas Eve and all the locally located family (x 3 families) got together at Grandma's on NYE, but she died when I was 16, so it was no more...then, I hated it.

Tonight, I decided to open a bottle of Champagne. I rarely drink tbh, but I thought I'd see if it might make me more positive. It didn't and watching Jules Holland and the bagpipers playing Auld Lang Syne made me feel all tearful and heavy hearted again...I always refuse to do the Auld Lang Syne crap and am looked at like this for it .

Don't know if I would've been different if Grandma's house hadn't been a regular thing. It's not her I think of on NYE or even on Christmas Eve...I hate Christmas too btw...

I do know that I wish everyone on this thread a really good 2014 though. God bless you all.

Well I'm as drunk as a skunk on champagne listening to ABBA. Happy New year.

I love ABBA!!!

I fucking love Abba!

YANBU XX

This expectation to party really grates my gears. My friend text and asked me why I wasn't going out, which irritated me so much I couldn't even bring myself to reply and explain to it him. My reasons were:

I live in the sticks (unlike him). My nearest town is small and quiet. I have no-one to go out with and no invites to spend the evening with anyone. My old friends live no-where near me, and don't celebrate it anyway. I can't be bothered with the crowds, then fighting for a taxi at the end of the evening.

In the end I went to bed ridiculously early. I had a headache that wouldn't go, and whatever film I tried streaming from the internet kept stopping and starting so was impossible to watch. So I missed the whole bloody thing again which I was glad about.

I remember, at the age of about 20, having the overwhelming sense that there was a party going on somewhere, elsewhere in the world, in some place I couldn't specify, and I was missing out. (Not just a new year feeling, I felt this way about life in general, and couldn't wait to graduate and get my life started.) I suspect many people may feel this way at New Year, even if they don't the rest of the time.

A few years later, I remember as someone newish to London, standing on the steps of St Martin-in-the-Fields, surveying the Trafalgar square crowd. We were all graduates at the start of what were likely to be high-paying careers. One guy, looking at the crowd, commented how it was funny that those out celebrating were mostly those with the least to celebrate.

Fraidy. That's it exactly (your first paragraph)

I stayed home in the end. My DC fell asleep on the sofa so someone had to look after him. It was great.

Glad to hear no fake stomach bugs were needed Newt

I was thinking last night how NY should technically be little different from a birthday. A brithday is making the beginning of a new year in your life... so why is it so much happier and less depressing?!
I decided it is all the reflecting NY brings on. So much 'So how was your 2013?' or 'So what has 2014 got in store?'. On your birthday you are just celebrating being a year older and your life etc. You don't think 'So aged 43 I achieved X Y and Z and A B and C went wrong, when I am 44 I need to pull my socks up and start loosing weight/being a wonderwoman/insert unrealistic/over pressuring goal'.

That and as Fraidy said the feeling that somewhere else people are much happier, celebrating much better and enjoying themselves much more. They have much happier 2013s and will have amazing 2014s. While I am sitting here thinking of every tiny detail that was good and bad in 2013 and every possible hurdle/thing I need to change in 2014.

But last night I just stayed in, watched a lovely film with DD, went to bed and barely remembered it was NYE (except the fireworks) and I managed to stay happy by avoiding any over-analysis of it all.