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by Jennifer Bowman
One of the most depressing times of the year is the post-Christmas season. Expectations and jolly cheer that have been built up suddenly come to a horrific halt, striking depression into the hearts of people everywhere. Decorations must be taken down, and all of a sudden, people stop giving you gifts and everything just kind of goes back to normal. Oh sure, there's the New Year, but if you're not a bachelor/bachelorette yuppie alcoholic, what fun is it, really? Woo, it's 2008. We get to go back to work and loved ones either leave or turn back into nagging whiners. Not to mention the fact that you will inevitably write "2007" before realizing what year it is and turning the seven into a very angular number eight. Or am I the only one who does that?
Then there's January, the worst month ever (with the notable exception of September). January is miserable. I like the cold weather, but the downside is the 40 degree rain that would have been snow if it had only been a few degrees cooler. And there aren't any holidays to celebrate, except Martin Luther King Day, which neither my employer nor my university celebrates, for some strange reason.
I guess there's President's Day, but NOBODY gets off for that, and whatever its weird intent was when the holiday was created has now changed into a "get furniture and cars half off the tripled value price!" type of ordeal. Bleh.
Of course, I'll be in England. But I've had about eighteen Januarys prior to this one, and none of them were ever remarkable in any good way.
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