23.12.2006

First of all, merry christmas and happy new year to all.

Then, after all. Christmas is maybe the most frustrating and depressing period of time of the year a single man in his thirties can go through.
Everyone and their neighbour around you are planning for some nice time with their family for the holidays just mainly talking about how nicely their home is decorated for christmas and how nice meals they are going to cook.

For a single man in his thirties christmas is mostly full of pressure of to whom should you buy presents and if you ought to buy something for someone, what the hell are you going to buy.

After a tedious day or two downtown, you'll eventually just end up drinking. it starts usually after a couple of hours of shopping. While everyone else is carrying around huge bags of pressies around the mall with a smile on their faces, you still stroll through the aisles with a wicked grin on your face as you try to smile at people walking past you in the main christmas rush, still knowing too well that you have only bought one cd and that somehow ended up following your own music taste so you cannot really give it to anyone else.

At certain point the pressure reaches the boiling point and you run almost screaming to the nearest pub for a beer.

After a couple of beers, watching the couples enjoying their noggs and smiling you just want to hang yourself.

Then comes the point when you end up somehow dismissing the idea of a spending the holiday season hanging from the ceiling supported by shoe laces (which propably wouldn't have supported your weight anyways), and end up sending text messages to all the old girlfriends and to any female representative of human species with whom you at any point had anything going on.

The result is usually pretty fruitless and you just make a fool of yourself.

Well, in this point a beer or two cannot hurt... *burp*

At some point you come to your senses and basicly run through the mall grabbing whatever you can, buying some random presents and take a ride back home.

A couple of whiskeys and you're ready to package all the so called pressies you grabbed on the last moment from the mall.

Somehow the packages won't end up looking like the ones in all the commercials, with all the nice paper and so on, just looking like some weird colored crumbled paper.

Anyways, you feel pretty ok at that point as you have fulfilled the main goal of christmas. Buying stuff for people who will try to look like they actually liked the stuff you bought for them even though they (and you) don't have any clue on what to do with that stuff.

Okay, the things which required some attention like packaging the pressies is gone and here comes the depression again.

You look around your flat and the only thing you see reminding of christmas is a tiny elf over the telly.

For a moment you winder if the elf is real, you actualle put up some christmas decorations the previous day or if the elf actually is just your imagination.
You check out the elf quickly and see that it's staying still and not hopping around your flat and it's most definitely wielding a chansaw which you were pretty scared of while trying to hide behind the couch watching the source of possible menace and mayhem.

After calming down a bit it's again the feeling of emptiness. Okay, kids are nice when you can see them when you want but somehow they are ment to be around during christmas. Well, surprise! There's none around. Of course having kids kinda would require something around of which they could come out from. Like a woman.

You check quickly around the flat and can finally confirma that none of the old girlfriends or other chicks you sent those texts earlier the day aren't hiding anywhere so that explains the lack of kids and also the fact that your flat looks as dull as any other day.

Flicking through the tv channels devouring the bottle of single malt you bought for oen of those "special occasions"...

At some point it's just plain obvious that there's only you alone in your flat. Time to go to sleep to wake up in the morning to spend another christmas eve visiting your parents which you end up regretting usually after a couple of hours of the visit...