Holiday Happiness

For me every year the Holiday's officially kick off with Halloween, followed by my birthday, Thanksgiving, so on and so forth. The only 2 I derive any real pleasure from are Halloween and the Birthday. Those are the only days I'm not forced to think about my lack of a family. Granted I'm now 27, and have spent enough holidays alone to have garnered a thick skin about it. The only problem is there is no skin thick enough to block out those memories.

Let me just note that I'm not trying to strum up any holiday invites, sympathy, or anything else that would make me feel just a little more pathetic than I already do. I write as a means of releasing some of these toxins known as feelings, emotions. Today's feelings happen to be melancholy. So as some of you think to yourself with exasperation about the time you have to spend with your annoying family this holiday, remember at least you have one.

The same one that attended your high school and college graduations. The same one that calls on your birthday. The same one that asks you about who you're dating because they are concerned. The same one who encourages you to do what's best (even if its what's best in only their mind). The same one who cradled you as an infant. The same one who made you soup when you were sick. The same one you were born with, and will die with.