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Especially on holidays.
I couldn't take the headaches from cheap champagne or the proximity of people with nothing to express or share, pretending their existential pain wasn't waffling off them in every direction, milling around me for the appointed hours.
No matter how many times I tried to get everyone to celebrate somewhere beautiful and relax, forget the chintzy boxes of material and go really enjoy ourselves somewhere pretty, no one could break out of the mold. We had to pretend we liked each other instead of really liking each other and than bitch about it for x amount of hours or days after they'd gone.
So when I say I spent many holidays on looong walks on the beach, maybe you believe me.
pipe up any time....
