The lead up to Christmas is always my favorite part of the whole holiday. The anticipation, scents, and sounds make me so happy that I can almost forget the winter world is a cruel and barren wasteland.
And then it ends and, not being a fan of New Year’s, I feel quite adrift.
All there is to look ahead to is my eventual return to university and that is not a rosy prospect. It’s not that I’m bored or lack for things to do. But I feel wistful and a bit depressed. There aren’t so many bright colors or maniacally forced happiness and I honestly miss it.
So my cynicism, which I hold at bay during most of the Christmas season, returns in one big and apathetically bitter landslide. Continue reading “Christmas Conspiracies”
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