The Angry Dieter

I had mixed feelings earlier in the day when I had to go get a package from X’s house for my dad, and X crapped on about his mother. He didn’t wish me merry christmas and I got him a card, which I discovered was totally the wrong card for him, and had to ring him later to apologise over. He was telling me his mother doesn’t want him to tell his family about his news etc, she just wants one last normal christmas apparently. He bemoaned his lack of funds, a whole pile of things and I sat there and knew that this is probably the last Christmas I’ll see X.

I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough, and cried as I waited for the gate to the complex open. I drove down to the local park and cried for another 10 minutes. Not sure what I was crying about, but it’s the end of a few things for me.

I got home and put on a CD I got, the 10 tenors and got mum a copy aswell. I cleaned the house, prepared dinner finally getting excited and happy about my first Christmas alone. I got out some Wild turkey, ice and dry ginger ale and had dinner ready and went and spoke to a friend of mine, who wasn’t enthused or happy. Ranted about the commercialism, and I pointed out the reasons why I was happy to have Christmas this year (all about friends and family), and I had been looking forward to talking to him, and some other friends. A little crushed after that chat. I spoke to another close friend as she’s going off to Adelaide to see family, and she’s happy and excited.

So on a weird christmas eve night, I wish everyone happy holidays, whatever your denomination.

December 24th, 2005 | Category: Blogging | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL