sb2009
Really Wierd Chick
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Christmas, I like - it's about the kids, they have fun, I have fun, no problem.
Thanksgiving? It's the same every year: On the outside, I do a great job. Plan and prepare a wonderful meal. Have friends over, lots of sparkly conversation, everyone laughs and enjoys each other.
On the inside, I'm darkness personified. What's the point, I ask myself? Who really cares? Does anyone even *like* turkey? Sure, friends are together and having a nice time. But it will be over soon. Everyone will be back to thier hectic overcrowded lives straining for some ideal that's completely out of reach. The kids will want pie everyday for breakfast and I won't even stop them. Everything will switch into high-gear for the consumerfest of Christmas and it will all be the same thing year after year. The people in the Normal Rockwell picture are mocking me with thier happy expressions..."you don't get it, you don't get it."
I thought I would escape it this year until last night when I threw down the book I was reading and burst into sobbing tears. My husband said "Oh fuck, it's the end of November again, isn't it?" I'm so pathetically predictable that it's funny any *other* time of year, just now now!
And the fucking turkey still frozen!!!!!
Thanksgiving? It's the same every year: On the outside, I do a great job. Plan and prepare a wonderful meal. Have friends over, lots of sparkly conversation, everyone laughs and enjoys each other.
On the inside, I'm darkness personified. What's the point, I ask myself? Who really cares? Does anyone even *like* turkey? Sure, friends are together and having a nice time. But it will be over soon. Everyone will be back to thier hectic overcrowded lives straining for some ideal that's completely out of reach. The kids will want pie everyday for breakfast and I won't even stop them. Everything will switch into high-gear for the consumerfest of Christmas and it will all be the same thing year after year. The people in the Normal Rockwell picture are mocking me with thier happy expressions..."you don't get it, you don't get it."
I thought I would escape it this year until last night when I threw down the book I was reading and burst into sobbing tears. My husband said "Oh fuck, it's the end of November again, isn't it?" I'm so pathetically predictable that it's funny any *other* time of year, just now now!
And the fucking turkey still frozen!!!!!