i’m all for giving, and i’ll even say thanks…
but i don’t do this holiday. if you know me, you know why. don’t try to bring me turkey & stuffing. it’s been over 5 years since i’ve eaten a thanksgiving meal. i mean i appreciate all the holiday wishes, and my friends who genuinely want to spend it with me, but i ignore this day. ignoring it doesn’t make it go away, but it makes it a teensier bit easier to lay around in my underware, eat chinese food, and watch old smiths concerts on repeat. i actually always volunteer to work these holiday shifts, it helps to be working and keeping my mind off of it, but as we all know that was yanked from me this season. maybe that’s what’s making this year slightly harder. feeling like i was part of a family, only to be subsequently ousted in a rather harsh manner. trying hard to remain positive… i know my dad wouldn’t want me sitting around moping, so maybe i’ll throw on a peter sellers movie & try and remember what his laugh sounded like. i miss my dad. like a lot. and if i seem a little strange these days… well that’s because i am.
