Holidays

I was out driving today, and I could feel the emptiness of imminent holidays settling all around me. The roads were already eerily undercrowded, and the air is filled with the expectation of goodwill. What a load of crap. I hate holidays. Or maybe holidays just hate me. They don't offer fun and family, only isolation and neglect. I'm on the outside, looking in. Like a kid outside a candy store, pressing her nose against the glass to watch other lucky kids eat confections bestowed upon them by people who love them. I am the orphan, the waif, the urchin that is left wandering around with no place to go. This sucks. Anyone who invites me in is engaging in the holiday spirit of charity; helping those less fortunate. Which is so patronizing. What good are holidays if no one cares about you? These holidays are supposed to be about being around the ones you love, but what if they don't want to be around you? What if they don't love you? What then?