In the grant scheme of things, turning the calendar to begin a new year is simply a marker in a man-made convention. January 1 is simply a day that follows December 31, at least for most of the world these days.
Some people mark the day as an opportunity for new beginnings with a clean slate. There’s nothing wrong with that, although every day brings that same opportunity. There is nothing magical about starting a new calendar year.
When I checked in on Facebook I was surprised to see so many Pity Party Posts, mostly along the lines of “omg, this new year is starting off so crappy”.
Oh yeah? well FUCK YOU!
No, seriously — were you awake and sober enough to even find your goddamn keyboard? Good for you, because a lot of people couldn’t. Some people don’t even have keyboards, and some people couldn’t reach a keyboard because they were in a coma or in emergency surgery or were just plain dead. So fuck you and your goddamn pity party.
Did your significant other give you a bunch of attitude and now you’re all butthurt because “they” ruined “your” New Year’s Eve plans? Awwwww… Guess what!? New Year’s Day came and went with or without your permission, so get over it already. The world and its calendar isn’t going to stop and wait for you to get happy or wait until all your people make you happy. A bunch of people did not get to have a New Year’s Eve with a boyfriend or girlfriend or spouse — they were working, or their significant other is deployed overseas, or perhaps even died this past year and this was the first New Year’s Eve without their special person.
So your special person got drunk or said something to hurt your feelings or forgot to call. Well, nobody can hurt your feelings without your permission, so just get the fuck over it already and quit whining about your new year starting so badly.