Glorified Version of A Stranger

For some reason, the Christmas spirit is not present in me (as if it had been present a few December twenty-fifths ago).

The effin’ office did not even exert a little effort to provide food for the agents. No Christmas party, no nothing. Blah! The holiday season isn’t even present in the office environment. You can actually see the look of disgust/loneliness in the people’s eyes. I wanted to do something for them: buy them food, entertain them with movies just to lift their already heavy hearts. Unfortunately, because of the effin’ pay they give us we can’t even do our Holiday Shopping.

Enough of work talk. We all know my work sucks.

I see kids being told off for asking for a few coins in exchange for a few carols, I see the beggars and their families miserably scouring for food in the garbage, I see druggies sniffing their shit in dark corners, I see the ever active traffic policemen doing their best to hide their collections for the day, I see the garbage men knocking on everyone else’s doors just to ask for their pamasko (if you refuse to give them their cash, they won’t pick up your trash), I see the people hiding their sallow-shit-faces behind gleeful ones, and I see the criminals and the lowlifes who’re just waiting for the right moment to jack your car, to take your wallet, or to take your beloved cellphone. These are the people who do not care if it is the holidays.

Oddly enough these people and I have a thing or two in common: apathy and cynicism.

I was chatting with Mahros via SMS and it dawned to me that I wanted more people who are like me so that I wouldn’t be this shit-faced this holiday season. Maybe then I’d have a party to go to, and possibly someone to come home with. Maybe I’d even be a bit excited that I’m ending my shift in 68 minutes. Maybe I wouldn’t be too apathetic or bored of the fcuking holidays.

Gawd I need a vacation. I need to get away from all the BS they require us to do, all the other shit-faced people, all the fcuking fcuks, fcuking up my already fcuked up life. Oh and before I forget, here’s a big FCUK YOU to that person that I genuinely hate. May you burn in hell, thank you very much.

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