The specter of spending the holidays alone seems to bug way more people than it does me. I dig it. No annoying relatives. I eat whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want. Better yet, I'm not pressured to eat some guest's crap dish of pearled onions or those friggin candied yams with marshmallows. Who's fucking idea was that concoction, anyway? No pressure to pass the potatoes. No one keeping a mental note of how much gravy I'm drinking. I can watch all the damn football I want and I don't have to clean a fucking dish. No one asking me stupid questions about my job. No feigned, forced or faked interest by me on whatever the fuck other people are doing with their stupid lives. It's flat out awesome. It's the ultimate day off. For me, anyway. If I had it my way, everyone would eat pie all day and no one would be allowed to talk unless it would be to say, "I want mine ala mode."
Happy Thanksgiving! GBU, Shelly
ReplyDeleteThere is not a soul on earth who really deep down enjoys being alone during the silly season... But one gift I was taught in life is that "Its only the simple things in life that matter" Remember the silly, the stupid, the laughter and two hearts beating...
ReplyDeleteYou are never truly alone no one is... There is always someone who is thinking about you, remebering the stupidly silly and that makes the difference...
I have to admitt though that being alone has its merrits but then there is no excuse to drink a $200 bottle of wine with your folks to deal with the rest of the family and then pass out by 8pm...... I suggest Caymus Cabernet 1999, hangovers forbidden with a wine this good..