Interestingly enough, most people seem to interpret my indecisiveness about where and with whom I'll spend New Year's Eve as a lack of opportunities. Just to give you an example: my father went as far as inviting me to spend New Year's Eve with the family, meaning people I've hardly seen in the past couple of years, with whom I thus have no relationship of any kind and for whom I don't really care; least of all I care to spend New Year's Eve with any of them.
So, just for the record: My lack of enthusiasm for New Year's is simply what it is - a lack of enthusiasm whatsoever for celebrating this particular event. The only reason why I will ultimately drag my self (or myself) out to socialize on the 31st is because I know that if I'd do what I really feel like doing - namely, stay at home by myself -, I'd be completely drunk by 9pm and spend the rest of the evening listening to melancholic music, feeling terribly sorry for myself, and ultimately, around midnight, I'd start to pathetically drunk dial people I shouldn't really call.
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