Utah is fine. But I would live in Montana. And marry a round American woman and raise rabbits, and she will cook them for me. And I will have a pickup truckā¦ maybe even a ārecreational vehicle.ā And drive from state to state
This was almost me this day last year and the thoughts of it havenāt left me either. I hate Christmas and all that goes with it, especially the period before it. I donāt think Iām alone.
2004, 2014 and 2020 were dominated by impending death. 2002 was ruined by illness. 2018 and 2019 were ruined by illness, the same thing both times, my father passing out and needing an ambulance on a Saturday morning between Christmas and New Year when Celtic were playing Rangers. 2009 was ruined by a family row which meant I spent Christmas on my own eating pasta. 2010 I had a big painful scab on my knee which had been there for six weeks and I thought it was cancerous but I wouldnāt go to the doctor with it, I was lucky that time and it went away after Christmas. 2015 was ruined by me having a massive abscess on a tooth. 2016 was ruined by me waiting for that tooth to be pulled after Christmas. 2017 was ruined to a lesser extent by a row and again I ate pasta.
I wish I could click my fingers and make it January 4th.
Im neutral on Christmas.Id rather be on a beach somewhere hot but dont really mind being in Ireland either even though the spending,crowds and drinking is excessive.
Herself loves it but wouldnt like New Years Eve one bit.Id actually go as far as saying she gets a touch of the blues on the day.
Everyones different but I reckon if you can wake up on the day,have a dinner to look forward to and someone to share it with(Human or Animal),youre doing well.
Iām the same in general. The anxiety and tension of the build up and expectations would have me wrecked. Work, money, family total fucking head melt.
As stated before on another thread, I signed out of Christmas a few years ago. The progress in my contentment has been gradual and I have found this year has been much easier for me. That anxiety is rooted in me, so itās a work in progress everyday. I recognised that I had the same feelings towards a lot of things as I would Christmas. So, as Christmas is just another day or series of them, I just take everyday as it comes. While thereās lights up and parties on since Halloween, Christmas starts today for me and itās over on the 27th. Itās like the weather, if itās raining use a brolly, if itās cold wear a coat, or donāt, whatever. Others can do whatever the fuck they please. I please me, without impinging on others perception on it so thereās no conflict.
As said, this year has been a good lead up for me. My approach has worked. Next Christmas is next year, who knows what will happen.
Terrible news this week from home about a lad a few years behind me in school.Was suffering with bad depression for the last while,took to the drink,then used to spend 3/4 days drinking then 3/4 days in the bed.Leaves a partner and 2 young children behind.
I had a bad turn there the other night and put up a thing up on my social media page. I had two friends ring me in double quick time. These were friends I used to know years ago but had fallen out of touch with for a decade or more until around this time last year. They reached out to me, not the other way around. They are the best of us and I am very thankful for them and to them.
It is very liberating to have people you can tell things to in person, who wonāt negatively judge you. It is very liberating to talk to somebody who understands you are rock bottom. If you have somebody you can talk to who you can mentally bare your mind and your heart in front of, whether that is a friend or even somebody else like a counsellor, that is liberating.
Fellas tend not to talk and that leads to shallow friendships and emotional repression. Repressed emotions are emotions that can mutate into something awful.
Iām not into meditation ā Iāve had people get me to meditate and it didnāt do anything for me, it creeped me out a bit to be honest.
What I do think is a form of meditation is for somebody to appreciate the senses. That can take any form and the problem I now face is that one of my senses has been impaired. If youāve got the full range of senses functioning as they should, if youāre at least largely free of physical pain, you have so much, youāre in a paradise, you just donāt realise it.
You know when Wales play the anthem at the Millennium Stadium, thatās a form of meditation whether youāre Welsh or not. To just appreciate that sound and that sight and the weight of historical and cultural meaning behind it. To appreciate the taste of something, anything, a Tayto crisp. To appreciate the sound of something, the birds singing, or a heavy guitar, or a great singing voice, or the wind at night, or the faint hum of the air conditioning system at the Crucible Theatre. Or complete silence. Thatās a form of meditation. Feeling something. Feeling the bark of a tree, or the pages of a book or a newspaper. Thatās a form of meditation. Appreciating smells, mundane smells. I used to love the smell of smoke from my uncleās room when heād be back at Christmas.
You know when @peddlerscross or myself talk about the September air, or the October air, thatās a form of meditation, an appreciation of the senses.