New Year's Eve should be a good time, I suppose. I always remember a Bill Clinton radio interview years after he was out of office where he talked about how he, as a teen, actually used to spend New Year's Eve alone thinking about what had happened in the year that had gone by... "How nerdy was that," he said in the interview.
As a solitary small-town Southern teen who, once I got my car, visited graveyards and movie theaters in my spare time to find peace, I don't think Clinton's New Year's thoughtfulness was so far-fetched.
Tomorrow night, I'm anticipating no such peacefulness or contemplation of the year past, just a clenching of teeth against the fireworks outside my window lasting 'til 4am.
It's a shame.