Maybe they should have a war on christmas

What is it about the holidays that just bog one’s spirits down? Sure, the endless repetition of Rudolf the red nosed reindeer can take its toll on anyone. But, I doubt it’s the only culprit. Maybe it’s like Valentine’s Day, only with linen on sale. And all that alcohol at umpteenth parties can eventually make one’s mood murky.

I was fine all day and about a few minutes ago, I heard Sinead O’Connor’s nothing compares to you and before I knew it, I was hiccupping tears. Playing my eternally soothing song (For your information: Eva Cassidy’s Songbird) did nothing to soothe my nerves.

I keep yo-yoing between... I am totally fine and I am a brink away from complete mess. Well that is an exaggeration. I’m sure, even on my bad days, I am mighty well composed. Unless I get drunk :-). Well then I’m the biggest idiot on the block. Aww I have such fond memories of being sloshed. I think I should drink more again for the sake of ol times.

Who doesn’t miss good ol times eh? I know I would not want to live my childhood again. But I wouldn’t mind trading for the carefree mind frame one has as a kid. I was actually this bully who always wanted her way as a kid. I remember stomping off when people wouldn’t play what I wanted to play. Or not share my books cos the other rumpled the pages as they read. I was such a bitch then. Funny I even had friends. Maybe I am better off being this adult who understands what a compromise is and knows books are meant to be shared.

"You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage."