Happy Christmas.
I will not lie to this blog.
I get depressed at the holidays.
Big time.
I sometimes loathe just the thought of the holidays because I know how sad I am going to be. People that know this feeling will understand. It's a cloud of unhappiness that lingers. It is more blue than any other time of the year, and I get pretty fucking blue around Fourth of July (don't ask) so this is saying something. Anyway, it gets worse as I get older, but what can you do except live through it even if it does seem impossible to live through it year after year after year.
I also am not writing this asking for cheer or commiseration. I am just telling the blog the truth. It is in my nature to love the joy of expectations and yet experience none of that joy myself, and, as much as I hate MY holidays, I am very glad for others joy and love and fabulous holiday experiences because, trust me, yours are much better than mine
So in that vein I wish you all a Merry Christmas.
AND MUCH RAZZLEBERRY GRAVY
I get depressed at the holidays.
Big time.
I sometimes loathe just the thought of the holidays because I know how sad I am going to be. People that know this feeling will understand. It's a cloud of unhappiness that lingers. It is more blue than any other time of the year, and I get pretty fucking blue around Fourth of July (don't ask) so this is saying something. Anyway, it gets worse as I get older, but what can you do except live through it even if it does seem impossible to live through it year after year after year.
I also am not writing this asking for cheer or commiseration. I am just telling the blog the truth. It is in my nature to love the joy of expectations and yet experience none of that joy myself, and, as much as I hate MY holidays, I am very glad for others joy and love and fabulous holiday experiences because, trust me, yours are much better than mine
So in that vein I wish you all a Merry Christmas.
AND MUCH RAZZLEBERRY GRAVY
