I now this skirts the edge of allowed topics for this subject, but London and South East England are now in lockdown even on Christmas day (They say Tier 4, but the restrictions are the same as lockdown). I live alone, which means my Christmas is going to be spent alone, all the Christmas food was sent to the house we were going to be meeting at, so my Christmas meal will likely be a salad or omelette or something simple, and we all held onto our presents for each other so we could exchange them on the day, so that's not happening either, since we were gathering at a different house and since I am living alone I figured I wouldn't bother with any serious Christmas decorations in my home,
So to sum up, my Christmas will consist of me sitting at home, eating a salad with no presents, no decorations, and no company save for the rats who have moved into the attic scratching away through the night. I'm already going crazy from cabin-fever and isolation, and now Christmas is essentially cancelled, it was the ONLY thing I had been looking forward to.
What makes it all so unbearable, makes me so angry i can feel my blood-pressure spiking and my head pounding, is that if all those inconsiderate arseholes who ignored the first lockdown and met with friends anyway had just bothered to follow the rules, this probably wouldn't have been necessary, and whilst I'm sitting home alone trying to keep the will to carry on, they are probably all having fun celebrating at their friends houses for Christmas anyway. This world punishes the good and rewards the inconsiderate, it always has and always will, so what's the fucking point?
So to sum up, my Christmas will consist of me sitting at home, eating a salad with no presents, no decorations, and no company save for the rats who have moved into the attic scratching away through the night. I'm already going crazy from cabin-fever and isolation, and now Christmas is essentially cancelled, it was the ONLY thing I had been looking forward to.
What makes it all so unbearable, makes me so angry i can feel my blood-pressure spiking and my head pounding, is that if all those inconsiderate arseholes who ignored the first lockdown and met with friends anyway had just bothered to follow the rules, this probably wouldn't have been necessary, and whilst I'm sitting home alone trying to keep the will to carry on, they are probably all having fun celebrating at their friends houses for Christmas anyway. This world punishes the good and rewards the inconsiderate, it always has and always will, so what's the fucking point?