So it is the 23rd of December and all is well in the land of single people. That is, until you realize that everything around you is accentuated by couples, the idea of being a couple, getting gifts for your insignificant other, wife or husband, or the idea that you should suddenly ask that “special” person to be yours. When did Christmas become the bastard child of Valentine’s Day?
Fuck Christmas!
Being single during the holidays seems to be one of the most depressing, and frustrating, times of year. It is not as if you have a choice to be happy and joyous being a single person during a time when marital amalgamation is force fed to us in every jewelry, department store and holiday advertisement. I could just be a cynical prick, I could just be another lonely man wandering around the mall, or I could be another one of those people that looks at the holiday season as a time to buy “presents” because the holiday dictates we do so, rather than this compelling need to buy something for someone to show them how much I give a shit.
Maybe next year my tune will be different if I find someone special to share the holiday with. Then again, maybe not: Even when I had that “special someone” to share the holidays with, it always turned into such a big fiasco over presents and family and friends and get togethers and parties. It is never about “spending time with your family and friends to show them how much you love and care for them” it is about “how much have you spent on your friends and family?” I suppose that living in the center of the materialistic universe (Los Angeles) does not help brighten my spirits of Christmas, but then again, I do wonder if the spirit of Christmas is accented differently in places where life is a little slower and homely?
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