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.
What if you’re not okay? What if you’re 36 and worse off than you were when you were 21? What if the girl who falls in love with assholes decides to marry one and bear his children? What if the anorexic girl has some good days but mostly still hates herself?