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I'm sorry I haven't posted. I felt really pissed off that I had no desire to answer questions ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
epanastatis had raised a couple weeks ago. I felt livid, but mostly I felt like angry that I didn't want to get into an argument because I wouldn't win and I would just feel stupid. So I felt stupid for not responding.
Then I remembered that nothing I post in LJ really matters. It's an online community. We adopt personas, get into a simulacrum of the real shit we're up to, and get shit out. I'm sitting here at 2 am on Christmas, still getting over not going home to Utica for Christmas Eve. I wanted to see my folks and bother my little cousins. I didn't have the time, Maggie couldn't get any time off, blah blah. Then I remembered I haven't been a Christian since 1988 and I can bother my cousins another time. Maggie is more important to me. I want to be with her on the holidays. So I am. I want to drop my grudges because they keep me from having fun. I'm still learning how to let go of stuff.
( So, how am I a potential traitor? ) I'm listening to bassdrive.com. The DJ broke in to say "just remember why we're all here tonight: Cuz Christmas sucks. If you see Santa, break out a grenade launcher." That's a good reminder. Have a good holiday, y'all!
By the way, everyone should wishteddywolf the best luck on his sudden job hunt and epanastatis and gazebogrrl the best of luck with their condo closing. One man is untied from a very safe employer; two others are bound to a hunk of drywall in Queens. I am grateful to have my minor problems.
-"...that's not why I hate Christmas," so says Zew in Chicago.
epanastatis had raised a couple weeks ago. I felt livid, but mostly I felt like angry that I didn't want to get into an argument because I wouldn't win and I would just feel stupid. So I felt stupid for not responding.Then I remembered that nothing I post in LJ really matters. It's an online community. We adopt personas, get into a simulacrum of the real shit we're up to, and get shit out. I'm sitting here at 2 am on Christmas, still getting over not going home to Utica for Christmas Eve. I wanted to see my folks and bother my little cousins. I didn't have the time, Maggie couldn't get any time off, blah blah. Then I remembered I haven't been a Christian since 1988 and I can bother my cousins another time. Maggie is more important to me. I want to be with her on the holidays. So I am. I want to drop my grudges because they keep me from having fun. I'm still learning how to let go of stuff.
( So, how am I a potential traitor? ) I'm listening to bassdrive.com. The DJ broke in to say "just remember why we're all here tonight: Cuz Christmas sucks. If you see Santa, break out a grenade launcher." That's a good reminder. Have a good holiday, y'all!
By the way, everyone should wish
teddywolf the best luck on his sudden job hunt and epanastatis and gazebogrrl the best of luck with their condo closing. One man is untied from a very safe employer; two others are bound to a hunk of drywall in Queens. I am grateful to have my minor problems.-"...that's not why I hate Christmas," so says Zew in Chicago.
