Happy Tryptophan Day
Thus begins the holiday madness, the frenzy of family and friends and get-togethers with huge meals (and probably the loss of all my weight lost the last 7 or 8 months). I’ll be inwardly wishing I could retreat to a small wifi-enabled cave around 38,819 times between now and New Year’s.
And it begins today.
I’m not feeling especially social, I don’t know about you. In fact, I really don’t want to leave my bed, let alone my house. Sure, there’s the food…tons of the food. But it’s all that damned dialogue people expect of me in these fucking holiday meal situations. Ugh.
Really? Must we always be expected to converse? Can we demonstrate our zeal for the holiday by showing thanks for silent head nods? I think that’d rock. Just make eye contact, smile warmly for a moment, then give a quick head nod…never say a word.
Right. Well, since I don’t see Tattoo anywhere, I’m just going to assume I’m fucked on that last request.
I’ll do what I usually have to do for the holidays: suck it up and deal. I’ll smile and talk and eat and talk and drink and talk and chainsmokelikeyouwouldn’tbelieve. And I’ll scream on the inside (hopefully not the outside) because I’ll be around dozens of people…and at a time when I need to get my hermit on.
My sister and her family arrive tomorrow. At least they better because I spent HOURS cleaning this damn place. By the way, in case you randomly happen to walk past my house, now is the best possible moment for you to use my bathroom. For real. I haven’t even taken a dump in that toilet yet.
It’s not often that my sister gets over to my neck of the woods. Usually, we go to HER for the holidays. So we’ll have to really roll out the good plastic china.
Meantime, cynical and depressing a fuck as I may be, I just want to say thanks to all of you that read my ridiculous rantings. Thanks to my many friends, a lot of whom are suffering through tons of their own crap. While I don’t predict splendiferous holidays for myself, I truly hope that YOU have amazing days and weeks ahead.
So for all my U.S. comrades, chow down like a pig, drink like a fish, and sleep like a…Karl.
And for Anissa, I keep praying for miracles.
And for Lisa, thinking of you, too.
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Happy Turkey Day, Karl. I’m grateful that we’re friends again and hoping that one day I can help you find the joy in things rather than the negativity and dread.
Take care of yourself today.
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November 26th, 2009 at 10:00 am
@Hilly, Happy Thanksgiving, Hil. I’m thankful for you, too. And we’ll have to get together really soon. There’s little excuse now that you’re so close. Except for those sick days, which you have a lot lately! Heh.
Love ya.
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Dude, I just expect people to eat my food. Less talkie… more eatie! That’s my motto. If your not stuffing your face, I did something wrong.
Happy (and quiet) Thanksgiving!
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November 26th, 2009 at 12:54 pm
@Blondefabulous, You too, babe.
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Happy Thanksgiving, Karl!
It’s just one day today… after that, you can hermit up for a couple of weeks. And who knows? You might have a lot of fun today.
xo
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November 26th, 2009 at 12:54 pm
@Sybil Law, I’d have more fun if you were here.
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November 26th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
@Secondhand Karl, Oh MAN that would be some good old fashioned, drunken fun!! Maybe some year…
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Hey, yo
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LOL – Less talkie, more eatie. No truer words were ever spoken. I decided to get my hermit on this Thanksgiving and cooked up a full Thanksgiving spread, just for myself. I also stocked up on booze, ice cream, pie, movies and seasons of tv shows from netflix and the library, and so far have done nothing but cook, eat, read, knit, watch tv, and knit. That’s it. It’s been quite nice.
So.. about that trip to Vegas…
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I’m late to the party, as usual, but commenting anyway. I hope your T day was decent at least. As for the rest of the holidays… I’m sure you’llbe fine. We all will. I’m nervous as hell about the whole season this year and I’m just trying to make it through each daywithout getting way too depressed to handle it. gonna focus on the kids.
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Well, my sentiments exactly. In retrospect. Now it’s on to New Year’s, hoping to get away with silent head bobs, but knowing that will never happen.
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