No, it's not the holidays that have anything to do with it. I'm not the biggest fan of these holidays, but that's not the problem. No, the problem is that holidays are universally awful for me.
One year ago (plus about a month) Geli broke up with me.
Two years ago (plus about a week) started the four-month-long hell march involving three people who will not be named (for various reasons) that eventually ended in me dropping out of school.
Three years ago, practically to the day, started the two-week period where Naomi broke up with me.
I've got records going back further. Every once in a while I dig them out and remember exactly what it was that happened four years ago and five years ago. I'd rather not right now, so I'm not going to.
I don't have anything going back further than five years. I don't know, maybe I was happy back then. It's nice to imagine.
I'm just tired of all this. I don't care about having a Merry Christmas or a Happy New Year. (Or a happy birthday, which is coming up right after New Year. I'd kind of rather not be reminded about it after this.)
All I want this time is neutrality.
It's better than the alternative, at least.