Merry Christmas! (shit) Happy Holidays! (fuck)
I don’t mean to offend.
What I meant to relate, obviously, was an acknowledgement that the year has reached its season of warmth and glad tidings. (son of a dick)
Let me start over.
Those of us whose lives (tit biscuit) — whose “existences” (going with that) are given context and status based on a unit of “time” measured by the completion of the Gregorian-derived calendar which ascribes its “length” to an approximation of the interval by which the globe (God (fuck) dammit) — our homespace, the geometry of which is not up to me to define — consummates its path relative to the heat- and light-producing source/godbody, now celebrate a series of occasions — okay, “celebrate” might be a strong word — but we definitely have a mutual recognition of this period as a thing?
Scratch all of that.
I, just me, I, this male-identifying, Capricorn-rising, social security number 765–24–9091, INFJ, allergies: pet dander and penicillin, person, am taking this “moment”, in my personal space-time continuum, to send into the atmos via an individual psychic transmission a positive particle of thought-feeling to be received and accepted (if that is the recipient’s desire) by those with whom I have had prior interactions/experiences and felt for them a sensation lying anywhere on the spectrum between “pleasant indifference” and “irretrievable love”.
And I mean that from the bottom of my heart.
A couple of small notes and clarifications:
- No one for which I wish to share this “moment” to which “I” refer is obligated to adhere it to their truth/simulation.
- I recognize that my attempt to convey a “positive” particle of thought-feeling was inane, as the very definition of positiveness is relative. To attempt to define a concept as convoluted and, frankly, controversial as positiveness demonstrates my deep-seated, naked hatred of any who prescribe to an alternative (fuck) — other lifestyle.
- Further, the idea that a recipient of my version of a positive thought-feeling would need that form of charity from someone like me who resides permanently in a position of extreme privilege is presumptuous, especially having emitted the thought-feeling without first gaining the enthusiastic consent of my intended recipients. What I have done is very bad (shit) — “bad”.