Everyone loves the holiday season, or so many people would lead us to believe. Those people, tho, would be full of shite.
I don’t like the holiday season. I don’t have anything against any one holiday, and (surprise) it’s not because I’m a “Jew at Christmas”. No. The holidays, you see, are about being around ‘loved ones’, or, taken more literally, your significant other. There’s one problem with that – I don’t have a significant other. Never have, actually. Probably never will. So every year, when the holidays roll around, I get to look at all the trappings of the season, and the happy couples kissing under the mistletoe, & kissing on Christmas Eve, & kissing on New Year’s Eve, and I remember just how alone I am in this world. After 27 years, it starts to take its toll.
In the past, if I’ve ever felt overly uncomfortable, I would make some weak excuse and remove myself from a “holiday situation”. Sure, it means I’d be sitting alone in my room all night, but at least I could deal with my issues in my own way. This year, tho, not only am I surrounded by couples (living with one, best friends with another), but within my own apartment I’m going to be surrounded by the crap that makes me want to hate this time of year. Normally, I could deal with either of those issues individually. But I am having a little trouble (ok, more than a little trouble) dealing with both of the same time. So if I seem a little bitter/angry/upset/emotional/unable to deal, or you hear what you’d swear is sobbing coming from my room, you know why.