It is very hot, sometimes I feel like it is winter or Christmas, well no, not Christmas, the truth is that the only reason that I like is for the gifts and shopping, in short, consumerism. I do not like, for me Christmas is not happy, it was before. For some reason, I always stop getting the things you love, perhaps reluctantly, led usual boredom or simply turns that life gives you from doing the things you want. For me, Christmas is Christmas years ago, I remember after all, to see how your grandmother prepares the Christmas dinner is something for me has ceased to exist, your whole family together is your mother, your sister and you, an imitation dining Christmas dinner, which does not really missing anything, but mostly. I do not like that the people return from vacation always has interesting things, happy anecdotes typical of American movies when you think you see does not happen to anyone for the mere fact that it happens to you, but sad to know you there really Christmas trees that come almost to the ceiling, tables full of food where there is a whole family sitting around and people who send you Christmas cards. It is very sad to get vacation and you ask, good and you, what have you done this time? and only you can answer you've spent the last two weeks watching TV, reading, listening to music and planted before a computer screen with nothing interesting to say. To me Christmas is not Christmas. The reason I remember this or that issue is not, I guess I'm nostalgic, melancholy perhaps, do not know.
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