That’s That
Well, it’s that time again, isn’t it? Resolutions unfulfilled, funds spent on tacky pyrotechnics and moderately priced champagne regurgitated. The year is 2008 and, yet again, I fail to unravel the slightest bit of relevance.
The fact that I’m posting this as we speak reveals that I’m staying in. Voluntarily, might I add. Granted, I’m not the sociable type to begin with, but what it all comes down to is that I just can’t be bothered.
It’s become a tradition in this household: no Christmas tree, no celebration, just the formal exchange of currency, which might just as easily have taken place on any other day. My parents used to go to their respective family gatherings on Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve, yet even that custom withers by the year—and rightly so, since you all know what those parties are like.
Now, I’m not entirely sure to what extent my apathy affects the whole thing, but it’s safe to say that I don’t blame my parents for not savoring the holiday spirit. I guess it’s okay if you’re a child, but once you’re past getting anxious about the presents, what else is there?
I guess I just have a different idea of fun. Or maybe I’ve forgotten how to have it. I don’t care. At least I’m doing something productive. And that sure gives me more satisfaction than getting wasted so I don’t have to pretend I’m enjoying myself.
Nonetheless, if you’re into that sort of thing, by all means, have a good one.