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So, I dunno about this Christmas Cheer thing. Everyone I know certainly isn't feeling it. Everyone it seems, is in some kind of personal trouble. Love, Life, Relatives, you name it, someone I know is having a problem with them. Thats not unusual of course, these things and more are always cause for irritation, but at this time it seems so amplified. Some things they bring upon themselves, some things are far beyond their control, but everyone I see is so burdened, myself no less so.
In no particular order, I'll bitch about such things.
First off, time has in one great swoop taken its toll on my Grandfather. He's been in the hospital near a week and probably won't be home until after the new year with a broken hip. The once quiet pondering man with a sharp gaze I once knew is a dawdling, mumbling old man who can no longer remember the names of many people once close to him. Hes become so frail, I'm afraid shaking his hand would shake him limb from limb.
With it being the christmas season, I work extra long hours, leaving me very drained physically and mentally. I haven't seen many of my friends in so long, I feel so desperatly distant. And the few scant recent occasions I've spent more than 10 minutes with them have been weighted down with their own personal dillemas. Some between each other, some from outside sources, some within themselves; an air of depression clings to the facets of my life.
In no particular order, I'll bitch about such things.
First off, time has in one great swoop taken its toll on my Grandfather. He's been in the hospital near a week and probably won't be home until after the new year with a broken hip. The once quiet pondering man with a sharp gaze I once knew is a dawdling, mumbling old man who can no longer remember the names of many people once close to him. Hes become so frail, I'm afraid shaking his hand would shake him limb from limb.
With it being the christmas season, I work extra long hours, leaving me very drained physically and mentally. I haven't seen many of my friends in so long, I feel so desperatly distant. And the few scant recent occasions I've spent more than 10 minutes with them have been weighted down with their own personal dillemas. Some between each other, some from outside sources, some within themselves; an air of depression clings to the facets of my life.