One year I was living with a boyfriend. It was New Year's. We were fighting. There was a party. He wanted to go, I didn't. He went, I went to bed at like 9 or 10 and slept through the whole thing. The next morning he was very distressed he had no one with him at midnight (to cuddle, probably to do that traditional New Year's kiss with) and not only did I not care but I couldn't relate. While I enjoy the nostalgia this holiday summons in me, I can't say I'm very attached to the actual celebrations. I admit I do go along with them...(sometimes)...because parties are fun, and because sometimes, I try to be nice because I know it matters to other people. (This year, for instance.) In short...I can relate! New Year's isn't that special to me except as yet another day in the year where I like to look back.