The people I work with seem to have such happy family lives. I'm not jealous exactly. I mean, I don't begrudge them their happiness (they're all good people). It just makes me kind of sad. Today, a couple of colleagues were discussing their Christmas rituals. You know, "we always open a box of expensive chocolate biscuits on Christmas morning," or "we all wear the ugliest Christmas jumpers we can find...it's a running joke in the family ever since grandad turned up in a naff jumper one year" – that sort of thing.
My own family is pretty dysfunctional, and Christmas won't be very happy. What with addiction, mental illness, and personality clashes, most Christmases are pretty tense and miserable, and I'm always glad when they're over. How flippin sad – to want Christmas to be over as quickly as possible every year. More than anything, I always feel lonely. Maybe I've got a skewed view because I happen to have unusually happy work colleagues. Have I?