Sometimes I can't decide if I love Christmas or if I hate it. I can get really into buying things and giving things, and helping people decorate. But the music is nauseating, I can't stand the blatant materialism (hypocrite? who, me?) and I dislike the fake jolly atmosphere that the stores feed off of. It's like a million animals all trying to get to the troth at the same time.
But then I wonder if it really matters. I spend so much time in life wondering how I feel about certain things that I forget to just feel half the time. Maybe it doesn't really matter what I like or don't like. Maybe if I stopped wondering about this constantly I'd actually get more living done.
Maybe not everything about me is as black and white as I want it to seem.
And the sun rises
- Chai
- Minnesota, United States
- I'm not a particularly showy person. There's nothing about my life that I can talk about that sets me apart from most others. But I think the normal lives of random people can be just as interesting as fantastic adventures.
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