It’s sad to spend them with the wrong person! I wanted to write this post near the holidays, but no one would have believed me. Because before Christmas, everyone goes crazy. At Christmas, you forget faster you are whole 1 and not a poor 0.5 trying to be completed by another at any cost. Usually too high.
Everyone expects to find his half, harmony, and peace under the Christmas tree. Even though the half is not enough for the rest of the year, the harmony is deformed by discordant notes, and peace is exchanged for a miserable compromise?
You believe that if you were good, Santa would bring you gifts. But Santa brings you if you were smart. Either way, it definitely brings you what you asked for. You just have to learn to read in the empty paper under the tree. Or full of nothing. You just have to learn to listen to the feeling. The one screaming at you: this is not good! The one who says: run! The one that makes you want to have an engage button to teleport from the Austrian slope, alone to your home or your mother’s. To sing carols together while your father falls asleep at the movie in the armchair, although he swears he doesn’t when you turn off the lights.
And be more mindful next year. Make room. Cause Santa is so fat, damn it! How is he supposed to fit with your half, harmony, and peace in his arms if the chimney is blocked by a useless guy (girl) you’re holding on with your teeth?
I’m not saying it’s sublime happiness to be alone for Christmas, but rather than crying on a plate for two, it’s better to laugh alone with the stars.
