(no subject)
I'm feeling strangely depressed today.
In previous times, my reaction to yet another birthday
and the knowledge of the looming holiday season
with its obnoxious, utterly-inescapable, cloying, tinkly music,
and the overt, overbearing, crass comercialism interspersed
with farsical reminders about a feigned religiosity,
led me to basically check out by staying drunk during the entire period
between late October and early January.
Right now, even after more than eighteen years of sobriety,
getting drunk seems like
a reasonable alternative to facing the upcoming onslaught of bullshit.
In previous times, my reaction to yet another birthday
and the knowledge of the looming holiday season
with its obnoxious, utterly-inescapable, cloying, tinkly music,
and the overt, overbearing, crass comercialism interspersed
with farsical reminders about a feigned religiosity,
led me to basically check out by staying drunk during the entire period
between late October and early January.
Right now, even after more than eighteen years of sobriety,
getting drunk seems like
a reasonable alternative to facing the upcoming onslaught of bullshit.