It’s official. I have the Christmas blues.
You know what the Christmas blues are. Depression, loneliness, sadness about things that you don’t have in life, regret over things that didn’t go the way you planned. Woe is me, woe is me.
I looked at the last few posts here on the ol’ Launching Pad and noticed that I’ve been pretty doggone snarky lately. I’m usually a sweet, mild-mannered guy. Lately everything pisses me off or plunges me into despair.
Is it the holidays? Or is it something more deep than that?
I can’t really answer that right now.
I usually am so much into the Christmas spirit. I love decorating. I love throwing and attending parties. But this year for some reason, I just can’t shake this veil of sadness.
I need a boyfriend. I need someone to cuddle up with and exchange presents with. I need someone to kiss on New Year’s Eve.
I’m tired of being alone. The cats are great but you can only go so far with that kind of pussy, if you know what I’m saying.
Every Christmas I think to myself, “maybe this is the year.” “Maybe in 200-X I’ll finally meet the right guy and settle down.”
And then the end of the year comes, and it doesn’t happen, and I’m depressed and maudilin about it.
Interesting how if you just write out what you’re feeling, you can figure out what is wrong with you.
Well enough of this sappy weepy shit. I hope you have a great holiday, whether or not you have the blues. I hope your dreams come true, your gifts are plentiful, and your loved ones are safe.
Whatever you do, don’t blog when you’re depressed. It’s not pretty. (See above.)