I am not in the holiday spirit. I wouldn’t give away bees. Not even killer bees. Dear anonymous friend, true confession: I don’t like the Holidays.
They make me go, “Bah Humbug.”
December drags me down. When I feel it coming, I put up my privacy fence and don my crash helmet. I get quiet. I let it win.
I enjoy the opportunity for a little introspection. Did you notice how I didn’t blog, for like, a year? I was introspecting. The people around me get down too. The cold is too wet, the cold is too dry, the cold is too cold, etc. Instead of introspecting, they get festive. They force themselves out in public, to parties, and on the roads. They make bad decisions about speed, holiday sweaters, and political opinions to angrily share with relatives.
While you celebrate your holiday this year, whether grump or elf, take a few minutes out of your day and allow yourself to say aloud, “Fuck all this plastic shit. Fuck everything in my year that wasn’t good. Fuck everything that didn’t work and fuck this stupid sweater.”
Follow that simple step for a merry and bright new year.