It’s that time of the year, happiness is the air. Love is buzzing through the town, everyone’s’ ah flutter with the hope of something magical just around the corner.
I am excited as well for a whole different reason. See my role is like the cold air of the season; I serve to chill the soul. They all try so hard to be merry thus making each unpleasant moment seem so much more significant than it should be. And, that’s when I step in the moment between joy and tears, when they remember a hug abandoned, a call unanswered, a gift forgotten, love unrequited, I step in and push my victim down the dark hole of despondency and misery.
I make them forget it’s all about the giving and not receiving; I also convince them that if it isn’t a gift or doesn’t elicit fluffy feelings and tingly sensations then it isn’t true. And, they buy into it supposed superior species.
Can’t complain; they make my work easy.
Angel of Gloom.
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