Here’s the thing with New Year’s Eve.

It has three parts. People get drunk, run around looking for someone to smooch, and make promises they are never going to keep.

As a kid, I didn’t know what alcohol or what getting “drunk” was. So no problem on that front.

But now, I'm 18 years old. It's my first time on a college campus, and I’m surrounded by drunk culture. And I just don’t get it.

I don’t understand getting plastered in the middle of the week and, while inhibitions are lowered with alcohol, things seem so much more fun at the time. But after the fact, when the memories are blurry, I don’t understand that.

The last thing I’m wishing for on New Year’s Eve is not to remember the night.

I have watched movies and television episodes where characters run around frantically finding “the one” to kiss. Big. Lie.

It could be the cynic in me, but my luck with love is practically nothing. Watching movie after movie of couples, established or new-born, they have this magical kiss when the ball drops.

It builds and builds my imagination, and every year I’m somehow disappointed to celebrate without a kiss.

I was big on resolutions as a kid. I’d promise my small chubby self to eat healthier and give up candy forever! Yeah, a little kid giving up candy forever: fat chance.

Resolutions are literally just empty promises: going to the gym, eating healthy, cutting out all the “negative” people in your life, and all that other bologna.

The only way to actually make a change in your life is to forget about resolutions. Take the year as it comes to you and just remind yourself as it goes by to take care of yourself.

There are too many expectations with New Year’s Eve. You don’t need to drink in the year. Drink some sparkling cider and actually live the moment.

You know what, the big kiss that everyone fantasizes about isn’t worth it. There are so many more enjoyable things to focus on than a silly little kiss.

Resolutions? Who needs them?

Just love yourself.