I’ve always been pretty laid back. There are generations of
finely-tuned English restraint in my end of the gene pool, the most obvious
result of which is that I tend to be more comfortable with fairly austere,
reserved modes of praise.
But people were made to celebrate. Including me.
We’ve done it all through history, in good ways and bad.
Celebration seems to be hardwired into the human race, Brits notwithstanding. Whatever
doesn’t come out in church comes out anywhere near a football pitch. All
cultures celebrate, though it may look vastly different from one cultural
setting to another.