Holidays Are Difficult

Something you might not know about me is that I enjoy being alone, for the most part. I’m at my best when I’m cozy and focused on whatever task or hobby I happen to be doing at the time. I don’t like to go out often, and when I do, I like to return quickly. Most of my social interactions are online with old friends who live fairly far away, and we may meet up once in a blue moon, but that’s about it.


With that said, you can guess how well I do around the holidays. The family wants to get together, but I would prefer to stay inside and write, read, watch videos, or play games. I don’t dislike being with family, but I’m not a social butterfly, and I never have been one. Everyone has their own problems and/or drama that I have to tiptoe around, and it just ends up being stressful for me.


Maybe I’m in the wrong for not making much of an effort. I’m certainly only following along with others and doing almost nothing to contribute to bringing events together, but like I said, I would rather just be home by myself. After all, if I’m only hearing from some of my family around the holidays, then how close are we, really? One of my relatives got married recently, and I only found out about it through my sister, and she only knew about it because she read it on Facebook. You couldn’t at least send me a text?


So yeah, holidays are difficult for me in various ways. I had no intention for this blog entry to be so serious, though. It’s just nothing new has really happened. I guess that’s just how these things go sometimes.


…I hope my family doesn’t read this. That’d be awkward.