There's this girl at the gym who works reception. She's very cute and always smiley and perky and soforth. The kind of person who's just happy to be there, y'know? Today, she was working covered head to toe in green. Green shirt, shoes, nails and those antennae things you get at the dollar store that light up. Really festive for St. Patrick's Day.
I remember when I used to do things like that. I used to dress up for St. Pat's and Valentine's and Christmas and Easter and all that other shite. I used to go out and party for Canada Day and all that other stuff. I used to make a big deal out of holidays and vacations. They were a chance to show the world how happy I was to celebrate and how excited I was to enjoy the day and most importantly, to show all my friends how much I cared about them. I won't go into detail what I used to do for Valentine's but suffice to say, some girls from high school still have their Valentine's cards.
Today, I'm working close at the store and opening 12 hours later the next morning. I'll be sleeping in between because there's only two people in the next morning, which is ludicrous, but I digress. No party for me this year, but that's the thing. It doesn't bother me.
For Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's and Family Day (Gov't holiday in Ontario), I've done nothing. I've stayed home and done my laundry and generally stayed out of everyone's way. Now it's St. Pat's, I'm working in a bad place to be working on St. Pat's and it doesn't bother me. I'm happy just sitting at home and getting a good night's sleep.
Next big holiday is Easter, which isn't big for me anyways, but after that? NEST. NEST is six weeks away, it will be my second real vacation since August of last year, and I'm quite convinced that I'd be just as happy sitting with a good book or my drawing pad as I would driving to Philadelphia.
When did this happen? When exactly did I stop caring about the holidays and stop getting excited about time away from home? Is the fact that I'm not celebrating these things any more a reflection of changes in myself or a change in the people around me?
Maybe I'm just getting old...
I remember when I used to do things like that. I used to dress up for St. Pat's and Valentine's and Christmas and Easter and all that other shite. I used to go out and party for Canada Day and all that other stuff. I used to make a big deal out of holidays and vacations. They were a chance to show the world how happy I was to celebrate and how excited I was to enjoy the day and most importantly, to show all my friends how much I cared about them. I won't go into detail what I used to do for Valentine's but suffice to say, some girls from high school still have their Valentine's cards.
Today, I'm working close at the store and opening 12 hours later the next morning. I'll be sleeping in between because there's only two people in the next morning, which is ludicrous, but I digress. No party for me this year, but that's the thing. It doesn't bother me.
For Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's and Family Day (Gov't holiday in Ontario), I've done nothing. I've stayed home and done my laundry and generally stayed out of everyone's way. Now it's St. Pat's, I'm working in a bad place to be working on St. Pat's and it doesn't bother me. I'm happy just sitting at home and getting a good night's sleep.
Next big holiday is Easter, which isn't big for me anyways, but after that? NEST. NEST is six weeks away, it will be my second real vacation since August of last year, and I'm quite convinced that I'd be just as happy sitting with a good book or my drawing pad as I would driving to Philadelphia.
When did this happen? When exactly did I stop caring about the holidays and stop getting excited about time away from home? Is the fact that I'm not celebrating these things any more a reflection of changes in myself or a change in the people around me?
Maybe I'm just getting old...
