In my favorite episode of Mad Men,  there's this scene where Roger is talking to his shrink and he says, essentially, that for each of us life is just a series of meaningless experiences on a path towards death. The shrink tells Roger that he sounds afraid, to which Roger replies: “More like irritated.” The shrink then asks Roger what he thinks it is that's causing him to feel that way, and Roger replies: “Top of the list: New Year's. It's like an extra birthday—you're supposed to blow out the candle and wish for something. I don't even know what it is.”
I can relate. I often have an unusual perspective.  I mostly dislike holidays, for example, because they tend to make me feel like I'm supposed to play some stupid game that other people made up. The system we're all a part of, with all of its holidays, traditions, customs, standards, norms and other expectations (e.g., getting married, having kids, working full-time, paying taxes) largely repulses me, honestly, but I'm stuck here on this planet with everyone else so what am I supposed to do about it? Maybe I should just exile myself to Iceland. 
Anyway, it's a new year, I guess,  but I'm the same old me—for better or worse.
 The episode is The Doorway, but I affectionately refer to it as the death episode.
 …and I think that having to deal with other people mostly sucks. See How to Think for Yourself by Paul Graham.
 See Brave New World by Aldous Huxley.
 Actually, today is just an arbitrary day in an arbitrary calendar.