Bah!
I think I enjoyed Christmas for about 4 hours last week, then it was over. The constant stream of holiday music, a never-ending demand for you to be cheerful at all times, and in-your-face consumerism squeezed any remaining joy out of me and now I can't wait until January.
The holiday season is a lot like getting fucked in the ass by a bad, hasty top: it could really be pleasant but instead it's always forced and too fast with no time to actually enjoy it. Because here's how my head is running at the moment:
"OMG I have to finish cards and get that one last gift at PetCo and remember to bring a dessert for the work party and OMG here's another CFC campaign e-mail please give more more more bake sale and how many parties are tomorrow at work and what day is training and Christopher Aaron Clements keeps sending invites for shit every goddamn day and then reminders that he wants us to read the invites and reminders of reminders for reminders then there's everyone else DEMANDING and RSVP NOW and what are you going to bring and oh by the way there's a rally tonight for gay marriage sorry for the late notice but this is like the age of social networking so you don't need advance notice and this is a really important action item NOW and you should keep your evenings free for last-minute activism if you're really dedicated to the cause and did you get back to that one guy about the ride to the event on Saturday and don't forget we're gathering on Sunday and are you bringing a dessert for that too oh by the way one guy is a vegetarian so you can only buy soy product..."
And that's why I retreat and sink into a depression this time of year. Too many demands, too many things I have to do before this day or that day and not enough jimbo time. It stresses me out and I want to withdraw completely. Hmm...I think I'll start doing that starting today! I hereby declare that I don't have to respond, reply, attend, confirm, affirm, RSVP, donate, or check in until January.
For some insight into the charm of certain DC neighborhoods, to www.googlemaps.com and type in 517 H Street NE Washington, DC. Click on the A pushpin and hit 'Street View."
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Ah, the bombed out (well, rioted out) H Street corridor. Lovely. I actually think the 400 block is worse, as I recall. :-)
you got a problem with somebody getting ready to take a dump in the middle of a busy street?
It wouldn't be the hols if it wasn't for grumpy gramps. People who over-invite tend to become background noise, like one of the other 79 guys in the bay snoring.
Bitches get what I bring, and if they don't like it they don't have to eat it. You have got to stop caring and just picking and choosing your obligations; it;s very liberating.
Jimbo, let me introduce you to my friend, "no".
Male Man in Tights ... thank you, Jimbo!
I want to turn that wrestling picture into one of those 'motivational' posters for the office, you know on the black background with bold lettering and a shiny frame.
I would call it ANTICIPATION - Things can be as good as they appear -, or something like that.
You earned major coolness points from me for writing "fucked in the ass". WOOF.
@henry--
Try: http://bighugelabs.com/motivator.php
;-)
I've tried to read this post three time but I keep getting distracted by that photo of those wrestl...