Making Plans For New Year’s Eve Gives Me Anxiety

I used to love New Year’s Eve. In high school, I would just go to a friends house, play cards, and get pretend drunk off two sips of champagne. There was no real pressure. In fact there’s no pressure at all when you’re a teenager because the bar is set so low for a good time that you end up always being pleasantly surprised when things don’t go terribly. Oh my, how things have changed…

In the past seven years, I’ve only managed to have two good experiences on New Year’s Eve. The first one happened in senior year of high school when my mom had (somewhat foolishly) decided to go out of town and leave the house to me and my 20-year-old brother. Even though I promised her I wouldn’t throw a party, I was already sending a mass text to my friends that read “NYE RAGER AT MY HOUSE! TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW!!!” before her car had left the driveway. Back then, it didn’t matter if you were popular or not. If your parents went out of town, you threw a party and EVERYONE came.

That New Year’s Eve I basically had the kind of high school party you only see in John Hughes films and She’s All That. It was a rager. People hooked up in my bathroom, smoked weed and ashed on my carpet, a stranger in a pink wig passed out on my bed, and I made sure to have at least six dramatic fights with the person I was dating at the time. It was epic—the kind of party that spawned countless “Remember When’s” and got lodged in everyone’s memory.

The second fun New Year’s Eve I had took me by complete surprise. It was my junior year of college and I decided to go to an old friend from high school’s party in Westwood. It could’ve been bad—no, it could’ve been terrible—but somehow everyone from my hometown synched up with each other and showed up to the party. It was basically a mini wasted reunion between childhood friends. Since we knew that it would be a long time before we’d all be in the same room again, we all sort of cherished our time together and decided to have an amazing night.

Other than those two flukes though, New Year’s Eve has been terrible. Most of the time, I usually end up getting deathly ill and retreating to my parents house, which is actually fine with me because it takes the pressure off. “Oh, I’m sorry. I can’t have a life-altering night that will set the tone for the entire year because I’m sick in bed. Sorry!” God, what is up with the pressure and anxiety we all feel over New Year’s Eve? Why do we give the holiday so much power? I wish Hollywood would stop making movies about it because it just stresses us out. We become the Martha Plimpton character in 200 Cigarettes. The truth is that we don’t need to spend 200 dollars to see a band preform or try to kiss someone at midnight. The more work we put into making it a great night, the more likely it’s going to disappoint us. Wait, that reminds me: New Years Eve is the sequel to Single Awareness Day. In fact I would almost say it’s worse because instead of being in your face about it, like Valentine’s Day is, it makes us feel bad about ourselves in more subtle ways. There’s nothing more anxiety-inducing than watching the clock countdown to midnight and watching everyone but you pair up with each other for a kiss. Oh, I feel embarrassment just thinking about it!

We need to just chill out about New Year’s Eve. We should just wait until the day of and then just go to whatever plan sounds the easiest to execute. Our world is not going to end if we have a bad night. We won’t be doomed to celibacy for an entire year or get hit by a train. It’ll have no impact on the upcoming year. If we just chant this to ourselves over and over again, we might actually end up being pleasantly surprised again. TC mark

image – 200 Cigarettes

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  • Tanvi3639

    dude! marry me!

  • Summer

    YES! A million times yes to this post. NYE always makes me unnecessarily anxious, too. It’s so stupid how everyone makes it out to be this “zomg epic” night where you better be doing something awesome and wearing something snazzy. It’s truly just like any other night, but no…there has to be mass hysteria hype surrounding the “event,” and inevitably whatever plans were made are going to fall short of expectations.

    I’ve never had a truly memorable NYE. Never. And I’m ok with that, because to create a “truly memorable” NYE requires spending a ridiculous amount of money to pay for overpriced activities and/or accommodations elsewhere, because otherwise it’s just going to be another night out at the bar which I can achieve any night of the week.

    I’m already sick of people asking “Any plans for New Years??” and I’m already dreading the “So what did you do for NYE?!?!” afterwards. #smash

    • EarthToNichole

      This, plus people think it’s ok to wear sequin halter tops. That’s never an ok thing to do.

  • future gopher

    hahahahaha this sums up what I’m feeling exactly right now

  • Alex F. Friend

    Where are you spending new years eve? 

  • EarthToNichole

    NYE is for amateurs. I prefer getting wasted on, like, a random Tuesday afternoon or something.

  • Anonymous

    new years eve is the fuckin bomb youre either drunk–alone or not who really cares (word), making out with someone you know (word), or making out with a stranger (WORD)

  • emily

    you can spend it alone or with people, but the answer is always alcohol.

  • Leo72990

    This exactly how I feel about New Years! 

  • Eмsи

    Word. i was thinking exactly the same thing! altho i think in high school it is harder cause everyone’s expecting you to spend it partying hard, drinking to passing out, and for better, pass out with someone else, hotter than you. I hope that when you grow up you realize these silly stuff dont matter that much as just spending a total normal night with a few people and not expecting it to be OMG!THEMOSTEPICNIGHT! cause it’s just a date on the calendar.. if you’re awesome enough, every day on the on the calendar could be epic!

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