It sometimes feels like New Year’s Eve is a secret Olympics of strange wishes.
Everyone inevitably makes a wish they would never dare to say out loud on a regular day.

🎁 Optimists.
They wish for everything at once: love, money, health, a house by the sea, abs, and a cat.
Apparently, they believe the Universe is AliExpress with express delivery.

😔 Pessimists.
They hesitate, think, sigh…
And end up wishing for “nothing worse than this year.”
The Universe sits there like: “Umm… okay?” 😅

⚖️ Realists.
They spend ages choosing between “a new job” and “a new brain to handle the old one.”

🔥 Drama Lovers.
They write a wish on paper, burn it, toss ashes into a glass, blow on it, read signs…
Looks less like making a wish and more like summoning the Spirit of Accounting.

💘 Romantics.
They wish for love.
And a week later: “Oh no, not this kind… can I return it, please?” 💁‍♀️

🧘‍♂️ Philosophers.
Claim they want nothing except inner peace.
But if you listen closely, the inner peace whispers:
“I want a vacation, a blanket, and some decent weather.”

🧦 Practical People.
Wish for new socks, a good winter, and neighbors who don’t set off fireworks at 3 AM.
The Universe loves these people the most.

🍰 Those who wish to ‘lose weight’.
Eat roasted chicken, chocolates, and cake at midnight.
The wish evaporates before it even reaches the atmosphere.

📋 Perfectionists.
Write 100 wishes.
The Universe reads them and says:
“Guys, I’m just one Santa Claus, not a whole planning department.”

⭐ The Most Honest Ones.
Say: “I just want next year to surprise me… but pleasantly, not like last time.”
And the star on the tree blinks approvingly.

✨ In the end, it seems everyone shares one secret wish:
for the new year to bring more warmth, more laughter,
and someone to share all of it with.

But that’s the kind of secret no one admits 😉✨