Of course the world remains a terrible place full of misery and spite and we are all probably going to die unloved and alone in lots of pain and regretting not having ever REALLY lived. But like. You know. I’m starting to wonder if I might be wrong about one or two of those. I suspect a more likely scenario is that all of those things are true, but we can still be loved and happy sometimes.
I was going to write a post about more of the terrible bits of life I’ve seen lately, but it just felt wrong during the holidays, and as previously stated I’m just not miserable enough right now to make a proper job of it. So.
Have a delightful holiday. Risk telling someone you like them. Hug people who need it. Give something to a stranger. Do something crazy that makes you feel alive. Sadness and despair are always going to be there for you when you need them, so don’t feel bad if you keep them waiting for a bit. 🙂
P.S. I am pretty excited about spending part of Christmas with Food not Bombs folks and the dye job on my mohawk is looking pretty sweet. It’s the little things!