Bah Humbug

sirhugs

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Now that the winter holidays contest is over, might I just say that I am already tired of all the Christmas music and the incessant demands to be cheerful.
For some of us, cheerful is so far off in the distance that we can't even see it...

This year, I had fine plans to do my shopping in november, before exams, figid temperatures, and snow snow now (who the F*ck wrote "Let it snow"????). Then i ended up sick in hos[ital. And the chemo not only makes me more and more fatigued, it turns out it makes me terribly senstive to cold- as in feelinng like my face is going to fall off sensitivity.

So I'll be satisfied to get to the other side of the new year without killing myself. I think I have already given up on writing.
And to make it more fun, my mood is always at its lowest in mid february.

excuse me, I'll go hide in the closet nowand you can carry on celebrating.
 
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My local stores like to put up Christmas decorations the very day after Halloween, which I've always found astounding. Though I suppose I'll admit I get Christmas songs stuck in my head (not always enjoyayable), going round and round like those moths you can't quite catch... It's something I appal yet wouldn't feel right without experiencing!!
 
Now that the winter holidays contest is over, might I just say that I am already tired of all the Christmas music and the incessant demands to be cheerful.
For some of us, cheerful is so far off in the distance that we can't even see it...

This year, I had fine plans to do my shopping in november, before exams, figid temperatures, and snow snow now (who the F*ck wrote "Let it snow"????). Then i ended up sick in hos[ital. And the chemo not only makes me more and more fatigued, it turns out it makes me terribly senstive to cold- as in feelinng like my face is going to fall off sensitivity.

So I'll be satisfied to get to the other side of the new year without killing myself. I think I have already given up on writing.
And to make it more fun, my mood is always at its lowest in mid february.

excuse me, I'll go hide in the closet nowand you can carry on celebrating.
I know our situations are quite different, but I do understand somewhat. This will be the first Christmas in 5 years I think I might be able to more or less enjoy, and the first December in 4 years where I'm not already dreading the feeling of 'I'm supposed to be happy now. Why am I not happy now?' You are not wrong for feeling this way, you are not wrong for having a hard time dealing with it.

I sincerely hope it will get better for you, as it has begun to for me. I didn't believe it could for a long time, still don't sometimes, but it did. I hope you experience something like that too, but I know hope is easy to express on someone else's behalf and so incredibly hard to feel yourself.

I don't have something profound or happy or inspiring to say here. I wish I did, but I know that those phrases only go so far when you're in the darkness. Other people can only help so much. I will say that you matter. Please keep fighting that lonely battle against the darkness. I will keep fighting mine too.
 
sirhugs, thank you for sharing a snapshot of your life. You have my sincere wishes that you will find light somewhere in the darkness. And that, really, is what the ancient celebration of Yule is all about.

Please find comfort in knowing that your post may help others realize how time passes us by, such that this winter we should try harder to appreciate what we have and who we have. Not only that, but we should reach out to others, even strangers, and offer them a hand in any way we can, even if we are only able to do so one time.

I was in the checkout at the market yesterday, and next to me was a woman with a small baby. In my wallet was a 50 Euro note left over from my trip to Ireland. I handed it to her and wished her a Happy Christmas. She was both quite surprised and thankful. A small thing, of course, but so timely as I read your post. You have inspired me to go out today to look for another way I can offer my help to someone. Your inspiration would make a fine story, if you choose to write one more.
 
sirhugs, thank you for sharing a snapshot of your life. You have my sincere wishes that you will find light somewhere in the darkness. And that, really, is what the ancient celebration of Yule is all about.

Please find comfort in knowing that your post may help others realize how time passes us by, such that this winter we should try harder to appreciate what we have and who we have. Not only that, but we should reach out to others, even strangers, and offer them a hand in any way we can, even if we are only able to do so one time.

I was in the checkout at the market yesterday, and next to me was a woman with a small baby. In my wallet was a 50 Euro note left over from my trip to Ireland. I handed it to her and wished her a Happy Christmas. She was both quite surprised and thankful. A small thing, of course, but so timely as I read your post. You have inspired me to go out today to look for another way I can offer my help to someone. Your inspiration would make a fine story, if you choose to write one more.
I am halfway through the story that i was writing when I stalled last week. I don't want to start another. That would be cheating. And such a sad waste of 20000 words, some of which are okay words.
not that anybody is else would likely want to finish it.
So its apparent death is just another winter kill.
 
What's that song with the line, "It's the most wonderful time of the year"?

No it isn't, you mother! It's cold, windy and just miserable outside, you can't go anywhere without competing for space - traffic, restaurants, shopping, whatever - and it takes three times longer to do anything because of all of the above. Festive, my ass, it's just more work to even do the simplest task! I mean, even just going out for quick bite means I stand there for 10 minutes after "I'm ready, let's go!", tapping my foot as my wife rummages through the coat closet looking for a sweater, a coat, gloves, hat, scarf, and what-frickin'-ever for the 15 seconds between the car and the restaurant.

And Christmas music. Gawd. Dress rehearsal last night for our Saturday concert. 100% Christmas music. Director fully acknowledged this when we started working on these pieces, and I swear his chuckle when he was setting out the scores was downright evil.

Obviously I'm on the side of "Bah, humbug!"
 
I am halfway through the story that i was writing when I stalled last week. I don't want to start another. That would be cheating. And such a sad waste of 20000 words, some of which are okay words.
not that anybody is else would likely want to finish it.
So its apparent death is just another winter kill.
Well, if there's something we are good at here, it's delivering story advice. ;)

Maybe we could help you kickstart your brain back into creativity. Don't give up.
 
"Now is the winter of our discontent."

As they say, you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family. Christmas and winter are a great tag team on my depression.
 
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