Bah Week

by on December 28, 2022 :: 0 comments

Spanning the Yuletide and the New Year sits an odd and awkward limbo week in which the shimmering of glitzy Christmas delights dulls and the glimmering of fresh starts teases our hope-filled dreams of things to come.

I’ve grown sour and cynical of such musings that bookend this suspended week. Perhaps it’s my advancing age. Maybe it’s the years of dashed dreams and underwhelming scenes. It’s probably just the bold-faced fact that in the grand scheme of things it’s just another week in another year trying to survive another spin in this grinder called life.

So drink up yesterday’s Yuletide wine. Relish in the fact you spent a whole lot of money you don’t have to buy the artificial smiles you’ll smile to fill up your chosen social feed just for the sake of others to see. Grow nostalgic as the lights and bows and cheesy holiday songs fade away. And get your new year’s cheer ready to sing and relish in your delusion that THIS new year will undoubtedly be shittier than the last. Write your pipe dream resolutions and recite the toasts you’ll boast and pretend any and all of this ceremonial sanctimonious bullshit will make any difference at all.

It won’t. At best it’s hallmark-inspired eye wash. Fairy tales and pipe dreams. You know it. I know it. We all know it. But I get it. Who doesn’t like the distractions of make-believe to make our dying days a dash more desirable? Cheers!

editors note:

We’re in the middle of it (holiday hump day), so let’s get this out now, folks. The coming slate is blank, yet. – mh clay

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