It’s the third week in December. It’s the time of year where people start to say “I’ll see you next year!” and then laugh and laugh because it’s so HILARIOUS that 2 weeks from now it will be 2009 and therefore “next year.”
I hate that.
I always feel so weird and bizarre when I say “see you next year” knowing that I’ll see the person the following Monday or Thursday or whenever. But I always say it.
It’s like a compulsion. Even though you know, logically, that it will be a matter of days before you see someone, rather than say, “I’ll see you next week” you say “I’ll see you next year!”
I want to know why. Why do people always say that? They inevitably follow it with the awkward laughter and/or one of those stupid finger point things which means they KNOW they are being corny and weird yet they can’t help themselves.
Is it because there is only a short window where you can say “I’ll see you next year”? Is the rarity of it somehow really appealing? And if that’s the case, then WHY the bizarro, slightly ashamed, reaction as soon as the words leave your mouth?
I feel like this is just one of those inexplicable winter traditions. It’s been engrained in us to say it. We don’t want to. We feel stupid doing it. But we always end up saying it.
I’ll see you next year*.
*I won’t ACTUALLY see you next year (well, not most of you anyway). Nor will it be next year until you hear from me again. I’ll be traveling in the next few days, but I promise you’ll hear from me before January 1st. And don’t worry–I’ve got some lovely ladies to fill in for me while I’m gone so be sure to stop by and show them some love too!