I Ruv You Long Time

Hello fellow Pocket-Protector-type people!

The year is winding down to a close.  Christmas is nearing, I'm getting overrun with requests for scarves and other knitted goods, and I'm finding that everyone is more cheery.  Hell, I actually had a bus-driver WAIT for me to cross the street to get to the bus stop today, which is completely unheard of as far as the douchebags of WTA go.  I was then offered a Christmas ornament and something to hang a wreath with by a very nice old woman.  What is it about Christmas that suddenly turns everyone's "trust no one and fuck everyone else" mentality off?  (That shall be spoken of in other blogs.)  I think this phenomenon is funny because two things happen to people on the holidays exactly identical to what happens to people at Warped Tours: they either end up really happy by the end of it or they want to rip someone's face off and wear it as a mask to condemn all those fucking perky people out there.  I pretty much always fall into the latter category, and I find it's because I'm often alone on the holidays.  Let's be honest here...the holidays is when having a boyfriend or a girlfriend is really nice and therefore the desperation factor jumps ten-fold.