:: Why I Love the New Year ::
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I love smoke. I love having the sweet smell of smoke stuck on my clothes and my hair. I love having to clean my nose and ears three times just to get rid of all the soot they've accumulated. I love getting into gunpowder induced sneezing fits every few minutes.

I love noise. I love not being able to carry on conversations in a normal voice. I love not being able to listen to music in peace. I love going deaf for a few days at the start of the year.

Of course, new year isn't that great either. I hate the food. I don't particularly enjoy stuffing myself silly with plate after plate of food. I'd rather not drink the sparkly stuff my family pops open at the table.

And the drudgery goes on well after midnight. It's no fun meeting up with friends and ingesting more food and alcohol. It's a bore to see people you rarely see anymore and discuss what's happened since you'd last seen each other. It's a pain to see the sky get lighter and know that you're still out.

We shouldn't be celebrating the new year. No... we should be mourning.