Before we get into my extremely accurate revelation, I wanted to let you all know (if you were wondering) that the upsetting situation that began Tuesday night has improved somewhat. I still don’t know the outcome for certain, but the news I got today was more on the positive side. Thanks, Santa. I think. And thanks to all of you for being so sweet and kind and supportive. ♥
A Charlie Brown Christmas was on television tonight. And although I have seen it about a million times, I still watch every year… at least once. Tonight during one of my yearly viewings, I realized something. I don’t know how I never caught it before… but the thought took me by surprise. Like… wow, it’s so obvious. How did I never see this before?
Oh my god… I am Charlie Brown.
Just listen to him…
I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel. I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess. I like getting presents and sending Christmas cards and decorating trees and all that, but I’m still not happy. I always end up feeling depressed.
I almost wish there weren’t a holiday season. I know nobody likes me. Why do we have to have a holiday season to emphasize it?
Lucy: …maybe you have pantophobia. Do you think you have pantophobia?
Charlie Brown: What’s pantophobia?
Lucy: The fear of everything.
Charlie Brown: THAT’S IT!
Everything I do turns into a disaster.
I’ve killed it. Oh! Everything I touch gets ruined.
Damn, that last one… I think that at least five times a day. And that image I found… it’s perfect. Fuck me!
…rest assured that I will not be getting a yellow shirt with a black zigzag stripe around it. I look terrible in yellow.
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(not the images, of course… they are not mine… clearly)