To absolutely hate New Year

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I don't know why but I dread New Year. I live in Scotland and Hogmanay is a big deal - not as big a deal as when I was small but a big deal all the same. I very rarely go out at Hogmanay or invite people over (much to my husband's annoyance). I would rather stay in and preferably go to bed well before the bells. It makes me feel really anxious - it starts in the morning and gets worse as the day goes on. I don't know if it is because of memories Hogmanay from my childhood of drunken relatives or me being anxious of what is going to happen in the next year. I'm usually a lot better come the 1st of January. Anyone else experience this?

Maybe there was 'naice ham' back then mrs jayy

Oh yeah probably

I don't like it because we don't have many friends and family live too far away, so we don't do anything. The friends we do have always have other plans at new year as well. I feel as if we should be doing something and feel left out because we don't. OH couldn't give a toss, but DD and I would love to mark the occasion. We just don't have anyone to do this with.

I like to snuggle up warm and comfy in bed before 12 and feel glad I'm not out in the cold in uncomfortable shoes feeling like I should be having the most amazing time

Fair enough if you genuinely enjoy all that but I suspect lots of people don't really and just go along with it because it's the done thing. I find it quite liberating to admit I don't like it and don't bother!

NYE not for me. I've been out a couple of times but end up coming home sober due to waiting so long at a bar for a drink, it's full of people who don't go out the rest of the year. Even before I had DD I would much rather stay home nice and toasty, usually having an early night if not I'd watch the fireworks on TV. I'm not one for forced fun.

Oh god the turns my aunt loved a song my heart would sink when i heard "oooooh Daannnyyy boyyyy" she could make a song last an hour and a half.

And then the replaying if Billy Connelly videos
Re the cleaning, my mothers explanation was that good fortune would pass you y if you didn't attract it....by showing signs that you already had good firtune..so all the old tea towels, slithers of soap, stale food etc would be chucked out. I remember her going through the press and pantry like a demon!

Me too !
It's too much for me and brings out my frail human fears . ! What will the year hold etc . I think a lot of people feel the same but try to blot it out with party time !
I wish more people would , if they feel the same , just say so - ! Then we might feel a little better ?!

Dad used to get the elvis tapes out and they would all have a "wee greet' to American trilogy that was my cue to go to bed. Actually reading back they had a great night i just cant be bothered with it.

I visit the parents new years night they go out on hogmany to dads social club and stoat home at god knows when, anyway DH has to go in first or the house would fall down or something my dad is insistent on it.

The simple pleasures of an age when a celebration that involved drinking feasting and music could not be partaken every day. It's sad. I think that's what brings the melancholy, that another year has gone by, another set of values surpassed. For years I've made the pilgrimage back to Scotland to try to feel the magic - because the elebrations down south are just so different - but since my parents died, I don't know, something shifted. This year is my final stand. Edinburgh Princes St. Hope I'll bow out on a high note.

We spent the Millenium NY in Scotland at my parents (pretty rural) house. Everyone said "ooh Scotland for the millenium that'll be amaaaazing" as if just being in Scotland would suddenly spark a massive party. As it turned out we did what we usually did, which was watch the telly, moan about how crap it was, and go to bed. Much better was DDad's New Years Day barbeque, occasionally in the snow .

Maybe im just a miserable moo Fracking

Hope so Fran. (I'm also hoping we'll have such a great time that my DC will firm Edinburgh Uni).
Mrs Jayy, that cannot be the case. Gaun Yersel!