Yeah, It's Been A While…But It's Definitely Time

So, it has been quite a while since I have posted anything on here. I haven't even visited my own site to read back on my life or see if anybody has commented. I'm kind of wondering right now if people like my good friend Adam even check this blog anymore or still subscribe to its RSS feed. I guess with this post I shall see. That is, of course, assuming I don't lose Internet connection before it gets posted.

It seems an accurate assessment to relate how often I blog or how lengthy my blog posts are to how depressed I am or am becoming. I say this merely because I have been through it so many times that it no longer worries me. The reason for this current state of "depression" is three-fold:

First, it is winter. There is no denying or dissuading that fact. It simply is. It is cold, it is dark, it is an encroaching trepidation shrouded in mystic clouds of icy foreboding. The things I love about winter—hot drinks, people dressed in black coats covered in lightly falling snow, snow in general, city streets speckled with holiday decor, and the unnatural feeling that everybody is your friend—do not exist where I currently live. It is a frozen wasteland of dangerous roads and masquerading frost shaken from the barren branches of overhanging deciduous trees.

Second is the fact that couples are so much easier to spot in the cold. I'm not necessarily saying that I'm envious of anybody who has found that special significant other, but snuggling with somebody whose presence you greatly enjoy is always fun. I guess it's just easier to enjoy the holidays and to don the holiday spirit if you have someone special to share it all with. Unfortunately I've never really had the honest opportunity at proving this theory correct. I got really close last year, but I screwed it up like I'm oh so prone to do.

The third thing that has me sinking into depression for yet another holiday season is the fact that I have to work right up until the weekend of Christmas. Then I get to go home for a week and spend nine whole days with my sisters and parents. Spending time with my sisters is always a pleasure these days. It's so much easier to get along with them now that we don't actually live together. However, nine days in my house with my parents may just persuade me to love it here in this gelid sinkhole of despondency. There's nothing like staying inside all day in the middle of the woods and playing a card game that nobody but an Adventist could get so religious about.

I guess that's it for the woes of my sad, trite little life.
Merry Christmas everybody. Considering my theory regarding the frequency of my blogging being directly related to the severity of my depression, I'll probably be blogging again in no time.

peace