i have no plans for Christmas.
i am OK with being alone.
it's not the first time, and i was OK then too.
i live alone. being alone is not the problem.
the problem is that some people will not stop pitying me for being alone, no matter how many times i tell them it doesn't bother me.
it's as though they want me to be miserable, so they keep asking if i don't have someone to be with.
as if being with just anyone would have to be better than what i have planned.
then again, they are the ones who stay married to a man they don't like very much just because they’re afraid of being alone.
i spent christmas alone last year, too. it was fun. i gave thanks for the fact that i wasn't forced by tradition to spend the day with anyone i didn't like. i didn't spend a nanosecond feeling depressed or lonely.
so here, i am writing something about spending christmas alone that isn't depressing. all you ever hear or read is "spending christmas alone is hard."
i say it isn't, and there's no reason to wallow in self-pity just because society keeps telling you there's something wrong with being alone and content.