nostatic at all...

People wonder why I hate the holidays. I don't think I hate them, but rather perhaps they remind me of my mortality and my mistakes and the loss of something inside. I can remember a few Thanksgivings and Xmas' since then. I documented some of them visually over the past few years when the demons came home to roost and I had to nod and acknowledge them. The bastards. They just won't leave. It's like they own the place. I recall someone telling me that I just need to ignore them and then they go *poof*. Right. Like that actually works.