For the same reason I hate sunny days (oh! the pressure to be happy! to smile and say, my, what lovely weather! isn’t it gorgeous?), New Year’s Eve always makes me tense. All those puff-chested resolutions! All that hope being bandied about, recklessly! All the ensuing disappointment! I want to have a happy New Year as much as anyone, but I’d rather sneak in through its back door when no one’s looking. Or have the happy New Year sneak in my back door bearing a pizza, sit down beside me, and say, I hope you like pepperoni.
Resolutely, without resolutions, I send all of you much love this New Year’s. It’s an honor to know you good souls. I’d share my pepperoni pizza with you any day. You make me feel blessed indeed.
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