I’ve got nothing to wear

Let’s make one thing very clear first: I’m alone, but not particularly lonely. At least, not more lonely than the rest of the year. That’s a blessing really, because with the constant bombardment of visuals that show families and friends spending time together as if the whole world is a freaking Hallmark movie, one could be forgiven to succumb to the pressure and start wallowing in self pity. Not me. I’m not feeling sad for myself. I can see the point in Christmas and New Year’s celebrations for other people, but for myself I rather enjoy that it’s a bit of quiet time. The batteries usually need a top up around this time of the year to get me through to the next longer vacation.

I enjoy the decorations, especially the ones I don’t have to put up myself. I really love all the extra lighting around town, as it makes the short days and seemingly endless darkness more bearable. I feel lucky that I didn’t have to do any grocery shopping for dinner parties, because going around with a trolley in a mad busy supermarket ever so slightly increases my homicidal tendencies. In reality I haven’t actually killed anyone (imagine making that kind of confession in a Second Life™ blog of all places!) but if looks could kill, then I’m sure I’ve left behind a trail of dead bodies at times when I was forced to make a big grocery shop while everybody else in the whole wide world seemed to be there as well.

The thing I’ve always enjoyed the least about the holidays is New Years Eve. Well, no, that’s not right. There was a certain sense of anticipation and excitement around it when I was a child, but I can’t remember it ever being all that fabulous. Possibly I already forced myself to enjoy it, to conform to the norm. I think I’ve only once celebrated New Year’s eve with a rather big bunch of (mostly) gay men at a friend’s house and that was fine, but I experienced a lowkey level of unease and awkwardness. Feeling like an odd duck is my default mode, really.

Isn’t it a strange celebration though? There’s nothing innately special about the night. It seems to create a false expectation of a new start. The funny thing is that your old shit doesn’t give a damn about that invisible line between the last day of one year and the first day of the next year. Da shit will all happily come along with you into 2026. Well ain’t that a happy thought. Also, I loath fireworks. It’s a pure unadulterated loathing and I simply cannot stand the bangs! I can deal with the professional fireworks at the correct time, i.e. the stroke of midnight, but it’s all those little wankers with their annoying rockets hours before and after the main event that get on my tits. They can stick’em where the sun don’s shine!

But let’s end on a positive note. As I’m not going to any fancy parties this evening, at least I also don’t have to go through the ritual of seeing all the lovely clothes in my wardrobe that don’t fit no more, to come to the conclusion that “I’ve got nothing to wear!”

Some credits

• NEW! Noche Rylan Jockstrap available at Lewd Station until January 15th. PBR-Enabled with Fallback Support. Rigged for Belleza Jake, Meshbody Legacy M, Athletic and Reborn Ebody. Each body size contains four bulge options: flat, small, medium and large. Style HUD with four options: regular, peak, down and hide. Fatpack includes a generous 37 crotch textures and 27 accent textures. Check Noche’s mainstore after the event has ended
• Also by Noche: Stringer Tank and Gabe Garter Socks
• Meshbody Legacy M
• Deadwool: Sean jacket, Kojima jeans and Oxford shoes