There’s only so much a body can take. You see… I’ve always hated holidays and festive season… it not only never failed to give me the melancholy feelings, but it’s rather taxing on my emotional balance and energy reserves as well. I hate holidays, especially if I don’t get to enjoy a de-stressing vacation during those periods.
Not to be such a Grinch, but I think I thrive on stability and routine. I feel very, very awkward during holidays. And I totally can understand how Rudolph felt at one point of his life.
I can handle work alot better than I can handle emotional stuff. I enjoy working more than I enjoyed sitting idle, doing nothing and just letting the precious time goes by.
It makes me feel like screaming like Ebenezer Scrooge would during Christmas. It makes me want to shout ‘Bah, humbug!’ at the top of my lungs.
Working motivates me, inspire me, and gives me a sense of achievement. Holidays and festive seasons however, gives me none of the satisfaction that I get from working. Gee, my IQ must be way higher than my EQ. I can’t seems to handle emotional and social interaction very well.
Yesterday was Chap Goh Mei (Chinese Valentines). Do you know what it means? Well, Chap Goh Mei marks the last day of Chinese new year. That means no more red packets are expected to be given out or can be taken. No more visiting relatives are expected to be done. No more overwhelming and noisy gatherings. No more tolerating small talks that intrudes your privacy, and no more facing friends of friends or relatives’ relatives.
All back to normal, I suppose. Boring, but much more comfortable and tolerable than going around like a typhoon trying to fill everyone’s expectations towards me. I can’t be happier. I feel like dancing like a Sugarplum Fairy would on Christmas eve.
I suppose I can say I feel like the Nutcracker Prince who had found her Clara? Well, maybe not a suitable description for what I’m feeling. Perhaps telling the world that I’m finally free from the clutches of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come is a better description. Free from horrid nightmares and the vision of the horrifying future … is a better description for it. Hallelujah, praise the good Lord!
What a relief…. I can finally sleep without loud fireworks and noises that can make me have migraine. And I suppose I can take out Ms. Muse from her closet and start to write my novel again without disruption too.
Allritey, ladies and gents, I’m off to sleep. Good night(morning), sweet dreams. Tomorrow is a brand new day… a start of something new. Gonna celebrate it by resuming what was halted to accommodate the festive season. Honestly, this bloody country has too much holidays…not quite healthy for progress and nation building, I must say.
Cleffairy: Strange enough, I find Christmas rather tolerable and inspiring. Can you spot how many Christmas characters that I’ve mention in my article?