apropos of nothing
December 08, 2005
'Tis the Season
I hate this time of year.
I know, I know. You’re a cliché if you love it, and you’re a cliché if you hate it. But it’s just not a season for ambivalence.
I forget each year. From a distance it seems like just a month. Not the best month, true, but not a big deal. Some inconvenience, a touch of melancholy. Just a little wistful longing to wrap around yourself like a favourite blanket on a sick day and sharp nostalgia for things you never had.
Certainly nothing to make you want to fling yourself out a window, hide under your bed, or snarl at each and every human being who crosses your path.
So it seems from a distance.
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