I remember it clearly: smiling through gritted teeth, wishing everyone a happy something while not remembering who they were or why on earth I was speaking to them, and worst of all giving and receiving gifts that were destined for a landfill in some country with no need of more plastic. It seems it was just yesterday that we dealt with this season. “Ah,” but the psychotic says, “It can’t be morning I blew the sun out yesterday.” I really don’t have the energy to live.” And they pull the covers over their heads and go back to moaning sleep. I really don’t want to go to work.” But they get up anyway and off they trudge.Ĭome morning, the neurotic says, “It’s morning. Come morning, the normal person says, “I’m tired. Are the holidays here already? Sometimes this season reminds me of the difference between a normal person, a neurotic, and a psychotic.
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