So This is Christmas.
And What Have I Done?
Another Year Older
And the Bad Guys Have Just Won.
Campaign refugees planning on seeing friends and family this weekend know that they must brace themselves for two questions: “What happened?” Followed closely by “What are you going to do now?”
It’s a one-two punch that may or may not go a little like this. A politically inclined uncle will rip off the campaign scab with the first question and then once several people have weighed in with what the campaign should have done instead, namely win, and once the wound is nice and exposed a well meaning aunt will deliver the salt of the second question.
Then when you’re good and depressed again you are free to go hang out with your friends. You know, those friends who only see you when you are unemployed. Those friends who only have a vague idea of what it is you do and stopped paying attention to what city you live in 3 cities ago. Said friends will repeat the two-question process with less campaign rehash, but with more salt (dude that must really suck to be looking for a job again!).
This year I’m totally ready for it. I plan on lying the whole time.
