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I’d love to start this new domain off with a fun, refreshing and upbeat entry, but I’m afraid thats just not going to happen. I’ve been in the worst mood for the past week, and I know it has everything to do with the holidays. I’ve bitched about those enough, so I won’t delve into that. But I have been so agitated, and the slightest thing someone could say to me sets me off lately. I’m pretty sure I have a mental disorder, and I’m also pretty sure the disorder is called Raging Bitch Syndrome. In all seriousness though, I have been really down lately. Something about the holidays just depresses you past a certain age, especially when your mother shares the affliction of the Raging Bitch, and makes your life that much more difficult.
I could be out with my friends, or even hanging out with my family enjoying fun and festive holiday activities. I could be cozying up in front of my computer with a full pack of cigarettes and a hot cup of coffee, for a long relaxing evening of making an illustration or coding something, as opposed to the 10 or 15 minutes I get in between my mother’s constant cleaning and baked-goods rampages. Or better yet, I could be moved in with my soulmate, in our cozy apartment in the heart of the city, enjoying this holiday for what the underlying meaning truly is (IE spending time with the people you love). Instead, I am forced to submit to the commercialism, and the thankless, pointless chores, and the desperate need of my mother to have everyone think she’s the most amazing person on the planet.
The feelings will subside when the stress of the holidays pass, but I can’t wait that long. Christmas shouldn’t be something you can’t wait to just “get through.”