Thanks: for not ending the world on the 21st… at least I think I’m thankful for that.
If happiness were a currency, I’d be destitute. For that matter, if currency were a currency, I’d be pretty bankrupt as well.
I hate Decembers. It’s the time of year where you find yourself macing 13 year old girls for a chance to shop at your favorite Boxing Day store, or elbowing menopausal 50 year old mom’s in the lineup to get the last good turkey at Costco. It’s also the time where everybody is happily holding hands, frolicking in the snow or cuddling over coco by the fire. Everyone but me. I can’t tell – do I miss being in a relationship, or do I simply miss who I was when I was in a relationship? Either way, I’m determined to take things slow and let things go where they go. No sense forcing the unknown.