We’re in the middle of Christmas season. Even though most people I know and hear from are in pissed off moods, I still want to celebrate. About the only people I personally know who aren’t in constant foul moods are my mom, my brother, and my home health nurse who drops in on me once a week. But, most people choose to be pissy most of time anyway. Screw them if they want to live their lives angry all the time.

My best friend of over 30 years have been in a funk ever since the pandemic. She has some bitcoin and investments that are doing well. She makes more money than the average. She essentially complains about her job, her neighbors, the politicians, etc. I dare say she’s become a bitter old hag. She’s no longer any fun to hang out with anymore. I’m thankful I don’t live in the same city as her. She’s become a buzzkill and a whiner. I’ve had it with her. I’d tell her off except that she’s enough of a grinch she’d end the friendship over that.

My dad is so hard of hearing now he can’t understand a word I say. He has to use closed captioning on his tv because his hearing is so shot. He refuses to wear hearing aids. It’s tough living in the same house as my dad and not being able to even have a conversation with him.

I’m more in the Christmas spirit this year than normal. I guess after surviving 25 years with schizophrenia, 2 rounds of congestive heart failure that should have killed me and losing most of my friends to mid-life crisis and general all-around negativity, I lost most of my fear. Most people are weak, I think.