Tis' The Season
Not to sound like a total Scrooge or anything, but I cannot stand this time of year. (so much for not sounding like Ebenezer) I don’t really have a reason or excuses for such an anti-holiday stance. I appreciate what I consider to be the general ideas of the Holiday Season, friends, family, reflection. I genuinely enjoy gift giving. However, I’d rather floss my teeth with barbed wire then set foot in a mall after Thanksgiving. The lights, santas, trees, parades, sales, reindeer, tinsel, giant inflatable snow globes, all of it can stay in the attic 12 out of 12 months as far as I’m concerned. I won’t be happy with the world again until at least after my birthday in the beginning of January. (I have a feeling this year my malaise will probably stick around until the 20th) I can take comfort in the fact that I am not alone in my disdain for (let’s face it) the entire month of December. Millions are afflicted by winter-time depression. They even have a name for it, Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). Even that seems crass and commercial to me. I’m starting to suspect that this whole thing is a conspiracy between Hallmark and Pfizer to sell greeting cards stuffed with red and green light up Zoloft capsules in them. Bring on the new year!