Although this year the holidays weren’t all that great I did manage to put up my tree a few decorations. In years past, I would have hosted a dinner party, taken tons of pictures, sat watching Christmas movies while addressing Christmas cards and cheerfully baked to my heart’s content. None of it happened this past holiday.
But the same familiar feeling crept up this past week once the tree was put away and the remains of the holiday sat waiting for me to organize and put them up. It seems like this time of year, once the tree is down, is like a hangover. That dreary, icky feeling you get after a night of too much fun. But instead of the headache and the worried feeling of what the hell happened the night before is replaced with the blah, can’t put a finger on it feeling of the remnants of the holiday.
The tree is gone but the time change, the darkness and cold seems twice as bad. Apparently twinkle lights really do make a difference during the long, cold winter nights. The merriment of spending times with friends is now replaced with the refusal of leaving my apartment due to the cold weather and the darkness setting in seemingly as soon as the sun rises.
I can at least pat myself on the back for getting out shortly before the holidays. I spent a Thursday night out with M, having dinner and helping with his Christmas shopping (seriously, you have a girlfriend again, so why am I still the go to person helping you? Not that I mind, just a question), a Friday evening was spent out at the Crows Nest with friends celebrating a birthday, Saturday was spent watching the Rockettes (in hell, otherwise known as Opry Mills/Opryland) where I not only witnessed two weddings but even a proposal (and the thought of ending it all by taking a flying leap off the Cascades waterfall platform because even if I am such a nice person, that was just way too in my face) followed up with a Sunday evening watching MTSU in their first bowl game (they won) drinking with my buddy Greg. I cannot say that I screamed naughty words as I watched the end of the Steelers game, nor did I tell Greg where to go while he said I sucked. That wouldn’t be a ladylike attitude. Nor did I have two Jack and Diets and a shot. . .That was all in one weekend and apparently that will be the most action I will see for quite some time.
But now, as I sit on my couch, tired, bored, lonely and wishing there was someone besides my cat to keep me warm next to me, I just feel blah. It will take until about February for me to start feeling a bit more normal; hopefully. Of course, I have a birthday coming up and that could very well send me over the edge. That or a way too clingy cat who has separation anxiety. . .
Off to take my two aspirin and glass of water. Hangovers are not pleasant.