Holidays

Yes, we have no bananas. But we are bananas. And yes, we have no special people who want to spend yet another dreaded holiday with us. As in me. Call me pathetic, shallow, or whatever, but being alone on the holidays fucking sucks. Substitutes for having someone actually care about you just isn't good enough somehow. And this is the time of year that holidays come fast and furious, creating an aggressively depressing jolt of punches right in the ego. Which gave up and died a long time ago, but holidays don't care. They just keep coming back to drop more bombs even though I never had any weapons of mass destruction. Because I'm not a lover, I'm a fighter.

Talk about being unemployed. Just in time for the holidays, even.