Holidays are Among Us

I don't get depress during the holidays, well I don't think its
depr3ession. I just don't like being around family during the holidays.
I say an article, ad in the newspaper with symtons for this type of
shit. It says that I should be on some type of medication or something.
What tha fuck does that mean. Who doesn't like being around a bunch of
people acting crazy drinking, fighting getting into arguemnets over
bullshit for nothing. Traveling there and back when its cold. Not really
wasting my time, but I could be r3esting myself for the up coming week
and stuff.

Not to say that I'm off on holidays too. Like Thanksgiving. The store is
open from 7am to 4pm, my regular hours are from 7am to 3pm. I could take
the day off, and get paid 4 hours for the day, or, work ang get time and
a half PLUS 4 more hours. I have to work the next day anyway frm 7am to
2pm. I don't plan on eating any turkey either on that day. The beginning
of Thanksgiving week, Monday, I'm cooking 2 turkeys with all the
trimmings, so its not like I'm gonna really miss some turkey either. It
the family wants to see me and shit. I have to admit, I'm not the type
of person who LOVES family get togethers. I think because of my past,
and I do have one, my past haunts me. My past bothers no one else but me
as far as I can see. Its really me. I think my brothers and sisters are
looking at me in a strange way. I know that they aren't, that's what I
tell myself, but it does me no good. I made a promise to myself that
next year, on my 50th birthday, that will change.
--michaelchappell