Christmas seems to turn me into an overly sentimental idiot. Somehow I always end up watching these sappy (overly emotional) Christmas movies, & getting warm fuzzy feelings from these romantic "hallmark card" movies. It's like I become afflicted with some kind of emotional virus. It is true I haven't been in a close relationship with a woman who is not a relative for...well, let's say, for far longer than I care to admit. But really, that's only one small piece of the Christmas season blues. In part it very easily might be seasonal affective disorder (SAD), which affects people when the days get shorter. I'm sure it also is in part related to my immune system disorder (chronic fatigue immune dysfunction syndrome) which limits my bounding energy & enthusiasm somewhat.
Now don't get the idea that I am unhappy, & complaining about my situation in life. I actually consider myself quite fortunate, and to quote a Haitian man I know, I am blessed. It's the time of year when I tend to see the state of the world, as well as the human condition, in a more melancholy light.
During this time, I think more than usual of those people I miss who have been an important part of my life. Relatives & friends who have died over the years, as well as friends who I am no longer in touch with. In the last ten years I have made many friends while leading conversation groups for ESOL (English as another language) learners while being a tutor for Literacy Volunteers. And of course, many of the friends I have made there have moved on to new jobs, other locations, and some going back to their home countries. I think of them all, but those that strike me the most are the ones who disappeared without a blip on the radar. Not knowing where they went, why they left, or what happened to them, well...I can only hope they are well, & wish them the best. But I can't help thinking about them.
So. My plan is to not watch too many holiday movies, read more (I am currently reading The Time Traveler's Almanac), blog more regularly, & spend more time learning Mandarin, which will come in handy when I finally meet a beautiful, & let's not forget available, Chinese woman (of course she really doesn't have to be Chinese; or speak Mandarin for that matter).
Anyroad, I'm off to pick-up a couple of things at the store before I can get back to reading up on time travel, & how to avoid the dangers of putting it to use. Assuming there's no time paradox, I shall post something else here sometime in the near future.
As the British say, Cheers!
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