…but I know some of us have a little difficulty this time of year, so If you need to talk with someone and/or share a laff or two, I’m here. We can set up a temp messenger thing or talk in PM’s, whatever and however you wanna do it. I just don’t want you to be alone and hurtin’ if I can help.
What a great idea! Thank you for thinking of it. I’m not all weepy and depressed or anything, but being alone Christmas Eve and Christmas Day does bite. This is the first season in many years we haven’t had a hockey game on Christmas Day, so I’m bummed about that. Being broke doesn’t help; a fried egg sandwich for Christmas Eve dinner doesn’t cut it.
The bright side is I got the new camera bag I really, really wanted for Christmas. And the cats got their once a year treat of canned cat food, so they’re all full and snoozin’.
The kitties are great, aren’t they SCL? I know my Mainie, Bert, always seems to know when Dad’s not at his best, and comes and snuggles closer than usual. I know not many guys like cats, but I love them!
The alone part I can handle fine (with the help of my canine and feline housemates) It’s the awkward social expectations and interactions that get me all stressed out at this time of year. One stressful gathering down, one much less stressful gathering to go and then nothing til NYE (stress again).
Not stressed at the moment, somewhat anesthetized.
No prob. I have always hated family gatherings, River Hippie. I know it doesn’t seem like it here, but out among people, I don’t seem to be able to function as I should socially.
Nothing against my sweet wife, but I have had to just STOP going to ANY of her functions, because I just don’t fit in!
“Heard you bagged yourself a 6 point buck, Zeke!”… and that’s it, except for fishing and “How’bout dem Dawgs!”
So I can relate.
Are you expected to attend these things?
Since I’ve gone batshit and am prone to saying inappropriate things, I’m no longer requested to go and I’m LOVIN’ it!
If you ARE expected, just grit your teeth and smile knowing that right here, on THE DOPE, are the folks who DO understand you and care.
Don’t sweat the small shit. (and you know the rest of that, right?)
I’m having an especially hard time this Christmas but several people I’ve never even met face-to-face have made it a lot cheerier. It’s helped more than they could ever know.
Tonight my girls and I drove around a bit and looked at lights. We came home and made peanut butter cookies and my little one is just about to leave out Santa’s cookie and get to sleep. I’m not really a drinker but I’m having some cheap raspberry vodka and coke for my holiday nightcap.
The NYE party is by a couple that I truly like, an old friend from a previous job and his wife. He (they really) have made a bigger effort to maintain a relationship than I have. It means a lot to me. But really, I don’t want to go out on NYE. I feel like I should. The ideal NYE for me involves renting a movie and drinking a few beers at home.
I already RSVP’d so I’m in.
My mom let me pick a day for my birthday when I was about twelve and I chose the dead middle of summer so I could have a pool party. It was fun, but it wasn’t really my birthday, so we never repeated it.
Plus, in addition to the “Happy Birthday/Merry Christmas” presents, I was sick with the flu or a nasty cold damn near every birthday until i was 20.