I really hate the holidays....deep down, I really do.
I know, I know, it's supposed to be a time when you're grateful for everything you have, count your blessings, ho ho ho, food, family, etc,etc.
This year though, I can't help but think of well....
This is my first year where I haven't been with my family for Thanksgiving. Today is going to be a strange day as I have to make the ham and yams and rolls and vegetables for my roommate and her friend. (they're making stuff too.)
I can't say that I'm completely buddy buddy with the friend, and my roommate...well....I dunno either. I miss my mother.
Furthermore, the holidays remind me in general, of how few friends I actually have. It's slowly dwindling too, as life happens and we go our seperate ways. I feel like I'm drifting...either that, or standing still alone while the rest of life goes on. People are getting jobs, getting married, having kids...while aside from my education, I'm still the same kid outta high school, with no serious relationships or incredible achievements to really think about.
And the guy in this picture, he was an orphan from a young age. His upbringing wasn't the happiest one. Like me sorta, he isn't very social and he prefers his own company, not always because of his own choice though...he has a lot of self doubt about himself early on in life until some time way later when he's grown and had a (dysfunctional) sort of family...
Hopefully it'll get better when I go home in two weeks, but eh....I don't know, really. You have a good Thanksgiving and holidays if you can though.
