Platypus, my brother in Christ, do you hear how you talk out of both sides of your mouth?

You'd be sad if you had to hang out with people, because you hate that, but you'd be sad if you are alone because you hate that.

It's not your circumstances making you sad. It's you. It's your refusal to engage with your problems because you'd rather languish in your depression.

There's nothing on earth that could fall into your lap that would make you happy. The world could bend to your will in every way, and you'd still be miserable because the thing making you miserable isn't external.

You have the power to make 2025 better than 2024. It won't be easy, and you'll have to do a lot of things you don't like doing. That's life. That's being an adult. Doing the hard things you don't want to do to make life better for yourself and the people around you.

And you can do it. But you never will so long as you keep lying to yourself by saying there's "nothing you can do about it." There is. You just have to take the first step.

Pathetic? That's like an introvert's wet dream right there.

Dude, staying in on NYE is the best.

I'm going to have wine, read a book, and fall asleep with my pups next to me tonight. It's going to be glorious, and no lightweight drunks or cops around to ruin it.

My wife texted our friends at 4 am to let everyone know we're cancelling our new year's party because she's sick as shit. So my plan is to take care of her, watch the kids, and wait for the rest of us to inevitably start puking our guts out.

This has been an absolute dumpster fire of a year, so I'm trying something different and going to a trans bar in my city. I hate crowds and loud spaces, but I'm going to give it an honest try and can always leave early.

Get hammered and whip some handbrake J turns in the gravel parking lot at the church down the road from here until about 2am.

Same as every New Years eve.

Hell, same as every eve.

but that's my reality and I~~ can't~~ won't do anything about it.

Fixed that for you.

Maybe think on what you'd like your life to look like and how you can get there, it's never too late to start making a change!

If you don't like the people around you, there are a million ways to meet new people with similar interests.

If you don't like your job, instead of Xbox, maaturbation and complaining on Lemmy but pretending they're really questions for everyone, maybe look at what skills you can develop or what other jobs you could apply to.

No one is responsible for your life but you. Sympathy is for those making an effort to improve their situation.

I don't think your evening is pathetic. I've been in similar circumstances, and we do what we must to get by. I respect your pragmatic resilience, and your wisdom in your priorities; forcing yourself to be around drunken strangers because of feeling an obligation to celebrate with everyone else would be far more pathetic than your actual plans

That being said, it sounds like you're not particularly happy with your life circumstances right now — it sounds like you're surviving more than you're living. On that note, I sincerely wish you the best for the coming year. Maybe you'll never find this an occasion worth celebrating, but I hope you have splashes of happiness across the year, where you can enjoy the things you care about.

That same blind hope I expressed towards you is how I'm surviving tonight; it has been a pretty terrible year for me, and I'm trying not to reflect too hard on it all, nor think too hard about planning the future. I'm just grasping onto a desperate hope that maybe this time, next year, I'll have more things to reflect on fondly.

Good luck in the year ahead, to anyone who is reading this. It never feels like it, but simply surviving is a hell of an achievement, and I'm cheering for you from the distance, because you deserve good things.

Researching and planning a trip abroad in preparation for moving out of this country.

In my sister's home

Her baby is sick.

The day has been a cavalcade of interruptions atop interruptions as more and more shit keeps happening.

At midnight the sky will explode and the baby will screech like he is dying. (fuck fireworks and all people who make or use or enjoy them)

No partying for me, but I don't like partying, so. Overall in a grumpy mood.

At least after this is done with I'm going to see my SO in his place.

I'm going to bed.

I'm going to take my mom and aunty out for dinner tonight since I finally got my paycheque. Then, we're probably going to watch some Marvel movies.

I'm hosting a party for trans people. 50 said they've come. I estimate we've got 35-40.

Way too little sleep last night, but I'm managing. New years dinner is dine, and the guests have left. I'm just waiting for the clock to move enough, to the point where I can get my kids to grab supper so that it's over with. Then once midnight hits, it's fireworks, after which the kids will head straight to bed.

Too old to stay up. Been there, done that and I always regret it. Gonna have some top shelf Bourbon I got for Christmas from my boss and watch the east coast ball drop from another time zone with my family and call it a night. Kids can stay up for the real deal. I’ll be fast asleep and loving it.

I assume I will be spending it trying to convince my puppy that the world is not coming to an end.

I played poker with my girlfriend. Watched fireworks for maybe 10 minutes.

Don't worry so much what everyone else is doing. I also don't drink on new years eve.

The public is full of people who do what they are told by our culture. You can choose to follow or not. :)

Pathetic would be to go out and hate it, just because you are afraid of what others will think if you don't.