I've been coping with extreme despair by dressing up as Santa each day.
I'm watching the world crumble. And going through just rough familial & romantic relationships waves.
And I still had to come to work until Christmas day of, ugh.
So it's a mix of feeling like shit, from work and the lack of sleep from ya know, the horrors.
& having children wave at me while I walk to whatever bar of my choice for holiday treats.
I'll be honest this all started as a excuse to go to bars as Santa and get drunk.
Definitely a highpoint to the workweek.
It's surreal though. Having the sobbing-in-my-shower era, be also the highlight of seeing random ppl light up, and treat me nicer than the usual,more so than the typical sidewalk wierd, no-one looks-at-each-other thing we do
It's been great. And makes you think.
We could live in a utopia low-key.
