The turn of the year . . . what a joke. But a bad one. A depressing one. Suddenly, millions and millions of people feel the need to use explosives to celebrate the calendar changing one digit, and at midnight they go crazy with joy. I mean, they hardly ever smile so broadly as they do then, and they all hug and kiss, and some actually even jump with joy. What the hell are they so happy about? I look at them and feel half a fool for not understanding in the least.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” they will say two hundred times over the course of a few days, and I hadn’t even recovered from the nauseating “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” bombardment just last week. I only want to hide from their happy new years until finally they stop spamming that stupid sentence, but their happy new years slip through the cracks, just like their merry christmases did, and they bother me with that nonsense via mail and e-mail, and at the end of every damn conversation I am unlucky enough to hold just before the end of the year.
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Tuesday, 1 January 2013
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