Want some cheese with that wine?

I honesty cannot remember the last time I actually looked forward to New Year's Eve. When Joey and I were together, we always stayed at his house with his family. After he passed, I celebrated two more years with them. Even then, I don't remember looking forward to the holiday much. Meaning even when Joey was alive. I know I mostly don't look forward to it because it's all about drinking and I don't drink. 

Here's the part where you can ask me if I want some cheese with my wine. I don't have a lot of friends and the friends I do have all have boyfriends/husbands and kids. Also, (yes, I'm laying the pity party on thick tonight) I cannot remember the last time someone asked ME what I was doing for NYE. Kind of makes me think I'm really not all that fun. Ha!

Stacia asked me the other day what single friends I have (I think her plan was to tell me to get up off the couch and go out). Well, that plan failed when I told her I had no single friends. Actually, I think she was my last single friend.

While I can sit here and wallow in my own self-pity, I have no one to blame but myself. I'm not the most social of folks and to be quite honest, I find myself to be socially awkward when I am around a lot of people. I also have little to zero tolerance for people.

I should make my first ever New Year's resolution. I should make an effort to be more socialable and open to new relationships. 

Think I can break out of my shell after 34 years?