New Years Eve.

A few of my experiences and thoughts that came to me during my drunken adventure at the end of the year.

Do people ever change?  Does the start of a new year give inspiration to people trying to fix themselves? 

To be completely honest, I hate New Years Eve. It's a f*****g lame excuse to party and get drunk with your friends and then ask each other what you're going to change about yourself this coming year. Do you know what I said? Nothing. I plan to change nothing this year because I don't even know what I like about myself, so how could I possibly know what I don't like? F**k that. But, I contradict myself because as soon as I left work last night, I lit a cigarette and walked to my friends house, with plans to get drunk and hopefully catch a moment alone with a girl. So yes, I did exactly what I hated most about New Years Eve.

Another thing that I hate about New Years Eve is the social media posts. My peers posted pictures of themselves and friends partying or enjoying a sunset captioned with phony quotes about love or captions with their goals for next year. Phony phony phony. It's all for the likes.

Memory:

It was about 1 am when I left my friends house, I had drank a fair amount, but was still in control somewhat. I had made plans to walk a girl home since she lived on the same side of town as me. So we set off towards the other side of town, which was about 3 miles away. It was f*****g freezing. Anyways, I get her home around 1:45 and made sure she makes it inside and all that. I then set off towards my house, mind you I was staggering drunk and freezing my balls off. I'm walking up my street, getting closer, when a truck pulls past me and then stops. Reverse lights come on. Oh f**k, I thought to myself. I had played out a little scene in my head earlier about this kind of thing happening and I thought I was about to get mugged or kidnapped. The guy pulls right up next to me as I'm trying to walk briskly to my house. "You got any cigarettes kid?" Yes, yes I did. So I hand him 3 out of the pack, gladly knowing that I'd live to fight another day. He thanked me and wished me a good night before pulling away into the dark. I got home, took off my clothes and passed out. It was a good night.

Author's Note

First of all, sorry if this is a weird way of telling you this. I'm not really sure what I'm going for.

Reviews

[kite kid]

i might just be a phony but you bought out a laugh out me. with your starting question and starting statement i thought you would go further in detail because it sounded like a topic idea or even sub thesis that would lead to the conclusion restating idea. but this is more of journal entries then maybe a essay, speech, an or even a holiday gift card. but to conclude great job and it was a great read. hope to read another soon.

p.S, did you ever read any of j d Salinger books like "catcher in the rye"? i only ask because of the phony piece.

[hxldxncxxns]

Thank you so much! Yeah I suppose I could have noted on that, but you've inspired me to write an essay on that now..
Yeah I read catcher in the rye, and my name is actually Holden so its very ironic.
Thanks again

[kite kid]

no problem, cant wait to read what comes next.