As the clock ticks towards midnight on New Year’s Eve, many find themselves in festive attire, surrounded by friends, reveling over expensive bubbly. However, I often prefer to welcome the new year in cozy pajamas, cradling a glass of wine and a mug of coffee. Staying awake until midnight is a challenge, but if I manage it, I give my partner a quick kiss and mumble a half-hearted “Happy New Year” before retreating to the comfort of my bed.
Honestly, I’ve never quite grasped the excitement surrounding New Year’s Eve. The allure of dressing up in uncomfortable clothing and spending a fortune on mediocre champagne while surrounded by a crowd of familiar strangers is lost on me. Instead, I could indulge in cookie dough, sip wine in my flannel reindeer pajamas, and enjoy Love Actually for the umpteenth time. Resolutions? They’ve never been my thing. January 1 feels just like any other day, albeit with a new number attached.
But this year, I’m making an exception. Why? Because 2016, you were a true disaster.
I’m ready to celebrate the end of you, not with champagne or fancy outfits, but with a hearty toast and a shot of bourbon. Goodbye, 2016! You’ve been a whirlwind of chaos. From the Zika virus and new Ebola cases in Africa to contaminated water during the Olympics, you’ve been relentless. The tragedy of the Orlando nightclub shooting, the loss of beloved Harambe, and a toddler’s death at Disney—the so-called happiest place on Earth—what even were you thinking, 2016?
Even the internet became a breeding ground for toxicity, requiring Hazmat suits to navigate the comment sections of articles. The FDA even warned against eating raw cookie dough, making it impossible to cope with the anxiety you brought without fearing repercussions.
The political climate of 2016 felt like a scene from a bad movie. It was as if we were trapped in a surreal narrative where rational thought was a distant memory. In retrospect, we all emerged from that election cycle a bit dimmer, and perhaps we all deserve a collective prayer for our souls.
Entertainment didn’t provide solace either. Icons like David Bowie, Prince, and Carrie Fisher were lost to us, and instead, we were left with reboots like Fuller House. It felt like a year-long bout of discomfort, an unending cycle of distress punctuated by absurdities like Ryan Lochte, Brexit, and creepy clowns. The deeper issues, such as police violence and humanitarian crises, are too painful to revisit in detail right now.
If 2016 had a motto, it would be something like “Enough Already!” or “What Now?” Each day felt like a new low in a twisted reality show.
Sure, there were a few bright spots. We witnessed the remarkable achievements of athletes like Simone Biles and enjoyed hits like This Is Us and Stranger Things. Families traveled, babies were born, couples tied the knot, and the Chicago Cubs finally won the World Series after 108 long years! But even that joy felt overshadowed by the immense weight of the year.
In summary, 2016 was like a storm that turned our umbrellas inside out, leaving us exposed and vulnerable. It was as if we were perpetually stumbling down a flight of stairs—each step a new embarrassment. So here’s our farewell: 2016, we bid you adieu and good riddance.
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