So, another year’s eve passes
I’ve never felt any special tie to New Year’s Eve celebrations or any significance — even as a child the holiday felt contrived. I remember feeling that I should feel it was a significant or important holiday, but I never have. I think it was the fallout from Christmas being over.
This Christmas was fun, but having family visit rather than visiting family still has one small little problem in it: Family. I seriously think I’d be better off being a hermit somewhere, or perhaps a recluse. Recluse has a far more romantic feel than hermit, doesn’t it?
More later, if I’m feeling verbose. Today is going to be quite a flurry of busyness.
Really, I’d just like to go back to bed.
I have no real strong love for New Year’s either…But I can’t complain about having the days off work, so…
I don’t know…”Recluse” sounds like those people that get shown on Jerry Springer as he’s cutting away a wall to “save” them from themselves…But…there aren’t really that many good words for it, are there?
I was thinking something more like Garbo.
Ditto on NYE. Ditto on the bed (especially if it’s yours.)
*Hides from
As long as there is room for me, I’m happy. Sleeeeeeepy.
There’s always room for you!
i feel the same about new year’s eve. glad to know i’m not the only one.
Is there much drama I didn’t hear about- or am I part of the “family”?
No, no drama at all, just draining — very little time for any feeling of relaxation or comfort. Feeling the need to be ‘on’ all the time.
You would be family by choice even though you are family by blood. When you visit, it’s just fun. This time I won’t have some stupid weekend jobbie!