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I could say, happy holidays. I could say, merry Christmas. I could say, happy Hanukkah. Instead, I simply say: Oh My God! Why on earth did you make holidays?

Instead of actually having a good time on holidays, we make an effort to totally slaughter our emotional stability with imaginary problems, that is of course if don’t have real problems. But it seems that everybody thinks they must be stressed on the holidays, why is this?
If I was a psychology professor, or even student, I might presume that by jamming a bunch of 16+ character words filled with latinized english prefixes and suffixes; that I could use said words to explain the chemical analysis that notorizes these issues.

But I’m not, so I’ll simply say: We want to.
I firmly believe that depression is a choice. We all have our circumstances, our faults, foulities. Our discomforts, our distress. Our mental and emotional disensitization.
But yet, we’re not all depressed. Of course some of us have more problems with others, and some of us have allot less then the normal number. But, we all still deal with them in different ways, do we not? Using this logic, I can say that every depression is chosen by it’s very own attention hogging man or woman, who has a need for pity.

I say, I may have come upon a nasty hypothosis that leads to a unsympothetic condemnation of depression and it’s slaves! But instead, I might add, that all of my former words were indeed written by a underdamaged overanalizing antiemotionalist with a knack for finding ways to cling many useless sentances together with no real general point. Oh yeah, and he also has absolutely no faults, no foulities, no discomforts, no distress. He has emotional disensitization, obviously, but only for those who have no such thing.  This of course totally debunks my earlier statement, and throws that logic into a ever growing trashcan of thoughts in my brain.

Thanks for reading my ultimately useless page about nothing worth reading.

Happy holidays, merry Christmas, happy hanukkah, and thank God for the holidays, and the stressed people that make them so much fun. (And pointless.)