Before I was 12, I wouldn't have cared about celebrating the coming of the New Year. I was a kid. I had more important stuff to do, like play toys (what the hell?). However, when I turned 13, it appeared the celebrating New Years Eve or Day, whatever it is, was a requirement to be accepted into society. I don't know why I thought this, but that was my impression at the time. At first, I wouldn't have cared less. I decided to go along with it and play their stupid game. Until now. Now, I'm literally fed up to my back teeth with all their stupidity and their lack of mentality. I'm making a stand. I'M SAYING NO TO NEW YEARS EVE CELEBRATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now why would I want to make a boycott of a day in the year where many people come together to celebrate something really innocent? Well, think about the following question for a minute; is it really nessasary to celebrate the new year starting? I mean, what's the bloody point? Let's face it; nothing exciting happens. It's just business as usual again after a while.
Do we really have to celebrate something EVERY SINGLE YEAR? I mean, things like Easter and Christmas can be justified, but New Years? Oh please!
Now I shall explain to you why I take such a tone towards this "holiday". New Years Eve 2002 was, in my memory, the WORST New Years Eve I have ever had. It was boring and stupid, just plain stupid.
Well, the day started out pretty normal. Just like any other school holiday. But the real madness started to happen as it grew dark. As the sky grew dark, I could almost sense an evil, repulsive atmosphere in the air, as if the whole world was jinxed or something. Nevertheless, let's continue. There was some carnival or celebration that was going on at the shopping district of my suburb not too far from where I lived, so I decided to go there. Simple you'd think. Not really. When I went there, it was as if I had been transferred to a mental asylum. Insanity and madness everywhere. There was a Ferris Wheel. Oh my god man! A Ferris Wheel! That's so exciting, isn't it folks? I also remember that this little scruffy white dog kept following me for about 10 minutes. It wasn't until this little six or seven year old girl came up and picked her dog up that the dog's journey had ended. But do you know the scary part? For about 30 seconds after that, this girl kept looking at my direction as people kept walking past her. Hell, it was scary! I nearly jumped out of my skin. I promptly left her there. It was as if I was playing a part in some screwed up vampire movie or something.
I decided to leave. That incident really gave me the shakes. I then left for home. But as I left, I noticed these two blokes talking about how much money they lost at the track while drinking stubbies of beer. For some reason, they seemed out of place here. Anyway, I thought nothing of it and returned by 8:30 or something. God, what a dismal day it had been.
