Chew on This: Happy New Year?

Don’t believe the hype, new is overrated.

By Priscilla Avilves

New underwear (it has to be yellow!)? Check. New outfit? Got it. New diet? I don’t do diets. Stop drinking? Prefer not to thankyouverymuch. New job? Eh, I’m working on it. New place to live? Take it easy, this is New York, it’s not that simple. New energy? Alright, you’re loosing me.  New fresh outlook on life? Okay, I’m officially done playing this game. 

During this time, this pesky concept of “new” is annoyingly inescapable. I find it necessary to say that I like certain things to stay the same-sometimes old is better, and new is so overrated. This is my quick respect to things old; there’s value in them too!

My pajamas. I like them old, really old, when they’re so broken in it’s almost like wearing nothing; you just sleep so much better. New pajamas are super stiff and scratchy.

Leftovers. A meal is somehow tastier two or three days after it was newly made!

Shoes. New shoes suck. Period. They pinch, give you blisters, and sometimes (depending on how drunk you are) make you walk around barefoot (in the street) because you just can’t take it anymore!

Hip hop! I’m sorry, but what’s being played on the radio and in the clubs now is garbage (for the most part ok, of course there are always exceptions). For a while I was paranoid that I couldn’t get down with these songs and artists because I’m getting older and therefore don’t understand this new generation’s taste. I’ve decided that my age has nothing to do with taste.

Friends. There’s something incomparable about these connections. It’s great to come across new friendships, but it gets harder as you get older to really make new friends versus really cool acquaintances.

Concepts. Remember that weird idea of world peace? Yeah, I know it’s hard to fathom given the current state of the world, but this deep-rooted idea, until it’s actually achieved, will always be preferred in my book, I don’t know about you.