Guys. Gals. DUDE.
I just gotta vent here for a sec.
Most years I feel like a grudgingly, minimally, reluctantly willing participant in this whole Charlie foxtrot situation that is The Holidays.
It doesn't seem to get easier as the years go by- it just SHIFTS.
This year I'm feeling uncomfortable about putting on a happy face over my normal RBF and pretending that Australia isn't on fire, partisan extremism hasn't ruined decades of progress, both domestic and global, and that my family might finally miraculously regain more than superficial happiness sometime within the next calendar year.
Don't get me wrong, they are GOOD folks. We just missed the deadline on talking about stuff when it was still relevant, and are all stupidly suffering for it.
I'm kinda down in the dumps tonight and headed up to talk to my room of leafy therapists, who are probably thirsty by now.
This too shall pass. Today was longer than yesterday . A few more days and it will all be a wrap til next year.
I'm glad that I found you guys here. Happy holidays to all the anonymous friends here.