Resolutions

Resolution #1

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go.

I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way home.

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you.

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Resolution # 1: Don't Kiss and Tell.

I was sitting in one corner of the room filled with sweaty (and possibly horny) teenagers. I watched the people around me with disgust and a slight (very slight) trace of amusement in my eyes... There were people "dancing" (honestly, if this was dancing, I had probably mistaken it for some alien art form since childhood) and drinking. I didn't understand why it was so important for me to have come to the annual New Year's Eve Party that David O'Connor had been throwing for our grade since freshman year. Agreed, it was something that everyone looked forward to but... I just didn't see the point. I would much rather sit at home and work on my submission for our local magazine. But no, my parents wanted the house to themselves and my friends had "the perfect solution", the said solution being this sad excuse for a party.

The sight of couples aggressively swapping spit was nauseating and rather saddening, considering my pitiful excuse of a love life- or lack thereof. To be honest, I didn't really care about superficial things like society's idea of the absolute necessity of having a partner; I was alright as long as I had Ed Sheeran's music. Let's face it- what more could a teenage girl want? Ed Sheeran was an angel, an absolute godsend and anyone who thought otherwise was definitely not in my good books.

I digress.

Where was I? Oh yes, I was sitting in one corner of the very large room filled with sweaty teenagers. As if it wasn't bad enough, a drunken girl came and sat right next to me, invading my personal bubble. Let me share a fun fact about myself- I take my personal bubble extremely seriously. I have boundaries, a lot many of them and one does not cross said boundaries unless they wish to cross me. Therefore, the fact that this girl was practically pressed against my side was not a happy occurrence. I was not pleased- at all.

I abruptly stood up and walked away from the giggling girl (gosh, her giggles were loud), slightly irked about having to give up my peaceful spot in the corner. My friends were definitely going to hear from me- the moment we arrived, each one of them found some excuse to abandon me. They claimed that I should, and I quote, "live a little", and according to them, that wasn't possible unless I was left absolutely alone in a room full of familiar strangers. Oh, they were getting it from me later.

I had survived the past four hours of this absolute torture alone. I just had to continue to do so until midnight, which was but a few minutes away, after which I had no obligation to stay. I was definitely not going to "live a little". But my friends sure should try doing so because when I was through with them, they wouldn't see the light of day.

I walked towards the kitchen, awkwardly avoiding the couples clustered on the dance floor. On reaching the said kitchen, I leaned against the counter and pulled my phone out. At any other time during the party, the kitchen would be packed with teenagers who were desperate to fill up on alcohol. However, with just a few minutes to midnight, the place was absolutely deserted; everyone was out searching for partners to share the perfect midnight kiss with. The whole charade was rather overrated in my opinion.

I scrolled through my Facebook feed, ignoring the stupid pictures and statuses that people had posted, focusing only on the Tumblr posts. If anything to make this dreadful night a bit better, it was the ridiculousness of Tumblr posts. I swear to god, the people on that site were high for majority of the time, but it proved as good comic relief for situations like the one I was in, so I didn't really care.