My Name’s On The Naughty List

I may have not spent Christmas like a normal person would his year. I bet everybody who celebrated the holidays wore their yuletide cheer on their gleeful faces, as they exchanged presents and drank their warm cups of coffee while spending quality time with their families. Not me.

Christmas for me was more of waking up in a dark room at 10 in the morning, with blindfolds closed, drinking from an unwashed glass which I wasn’t able to clean last night. Unopened envelopes laid on the kitchen table for days already, as I was expected hapless messages that read “Merry Christmas” on each and every one of them from my co-worker and relatives. I was right.

My job has been strangling me since last week, forcing me to spend my vacation on my apartment here at D.C., whereas everybody from the building has gone to their homes. If the isolation wasn’t bad enough, Verona, the girl whom I met at Fling.com, hasn’t called the past few days like she said she would since spending time at her parent’s house. Having all those things happen to me in a blink of an eye has made my coffee even more bitter.

What’s even more depressing was that Henry wasn’t around with me to spend this glorious season. He usually spends his holidays just around the area, so it isn’t a stretch for both of us to meet at the nearby coffee shop, just like old times. However, this time, he opted to go to his parent’s home as well. I was able to know this by reaching him at his number. And to think that he’s already gotten over the fact of what I did to him before, his answering machines sounds off, “I’m not home; I went to my parent’s place. And if you’re Josh, fuck your Christmas.”

Okay, I may have deserved that. Hell, I may have deserved the fact that I’m having probably the worst Christmas in my life. However, it’s not like I didn’t expect this shit to happen. I may have done stupid things the past couple of months, and yeah, I’ve been suffering from the consequences of what I’ve done. But I think it’s just part of being who I am, I guess. If people want to be somebody, then they have to take everything like a man, damnit!

As a consolation, or so I thought, Verona gave me a phone call that afternoon, while I was grinding my teeth on some paperwork. She informed me that she’ll have to cancel our New Year’s party here at D.C., as she was planning to extend the vacation at her parent’s place. Not being a pain in the ass, I just said okay.

Merry Christmas, everybody.