It’s almost time to ring in 2010. (Remember when years used to begin with a 1?) Everyone has different New Year’s traditions. Some folks make sure they’re with family when the clock strikes 12. Others are in prayer at home or at church. Lots of people choose to bid farewell to one year and welcome another while partying with friends.
While this time of year is normally a joyous one, for the SIS, New Year’s Eve can be a stressful time. It’s not just that many have made resolutions that won’t allow them to eat again until June. It’s not just realizing that there may be just a few months left before having to pay off that no-interest-‘til-2010 purchase.
One of the most stressful things about Dec. 31 is the New Year’s Eve kiss.
Honestly, I’ve spent most of my New Year’s Eves at church, so kissing isn’t much of a concern, and that’s a bit of a load off.
The one time I did attend a New Year’s Eve party, it was painfully obvious to me that I should have (1) brought a date or (2) stayed away. However, I was in a long distance relationship at the time, so bringing a kissable date would have been quite a volatile way to ring in the New Year.
The get-together started off nice. In the beginning, I didn’t even notice that everyone was coupled up. However, once the hosts pulled out the Guesstures game, my fifth wheel status became crystal clear. The teams were uneven, and I realized that I was the odd ball.
Suddenly, I felt like a spotlight was shining on me. Although one of the fellas decided not to play so the teams would be evenly matched, I was left feeling like my singular presence presented a problem.
In retrospect, it was probably a good thing that scenario played out ‘cause it alerted me to the fact that midnight was on its way, and while women were moving closer to their respective men, I realized that if I stayed, I’d be standing around watching people smooch their way into Jan. 1, while I … stood around.
So, around 11:30 p.m., I made up an excuse to leave before Dick Clark started the count down. I got to church just in time for the celebration.
I admit. My reaction may have been a little extreme, but everyone was probably going home after their New Year’s kisses, anyway. So, why stick around just to see that?
I haven’t been to a New Year’s party since. I don’t doubt that I will attend one again one day. Whether I’ll have a date or not, I don’t know.
Either way, I’ll think I’ll stick to tradition. That means, ultimately ending up in a church pew where giving out a hug or two is just fine.