New Year's Eve

I guess it would be appropriate to look back on 2008 and think about it. Everybody's doing this, the people on face book, the people on TV, the important VIP. But I do not care for other people. Ok that doesn't sound quite right. What I mean is that I do not care what other people do, I certainly will not follow others just for the sake of following. I do not want to look back on 2008. And I do not want to look at 2009. What's done is done, and what's to be is to be. I don't like New Year's Eves very much. i find it useless looking back, and I cannot look forward to something which is out of reach. If I had a magic crystal ball, then it would be easier, but then I don't want to know the future either. Future scares me; it could be filled with joy and happiness, and it could be filled with the opposite of joy and happiness. And I would welcome joy and happiness, but I don't want to know when and which bomb will be dropped at my door come next year. All I know, and I don't know for sure either, is that I am about to age by another year, and the dreaded 40 is not very far away. New Year's Eve, though, is never a bubbly eve, somehow, it creates a poignant atmosphere. I will probably have to decide a lot of life-changing things in 2009, things, which I have managed to put on hold. But there is not much time left for on-hold putting. I am getting older and I don't like admitting it. It's a time when I want my family all close, especially my twin, who will be one of those braving the cold, greeting in the New Year with style. I'm not sure what he's doing, but it's bound to be a stylish welcome New Year where everyone will be drunk. That's another reason why I don't like New Year's Eves. Because since I don't drink, people automatically think I'm driving, and no I am not driving to and fro, and risking people getting sick in my car. I did enough of that on Christmas Eve, the getting sick in the car that is. I'm not repeating it tonight. So here I sit with my Tancred on the monitor, my Ding terrorising the scratching post, my other cats running around, and my other half chopping things up for a New Year's breakfast. Oh have I been blessed with an in-house chef. And it seems rude to stay up here writing, but I'll be back. If there is just one thing I'm sure of it's just that.