It’s easy to complain and criticize the consumerism and empty iconography of the holidays but as I get older I realize that whatever gets you into the mood to give and spend time with friends and family, even if it’s grudgingly, is not all bad. Life is weird and short and disappointing. Sometimes you have to be dragged by ridiculous, tired expectations and rituals to actually connect. It’s okay. Look, what I’m saying is, sometimes you just have to shut the fuck up and try to enjoy yourself. It’s not all about you.
The difference between disappointment and depression is your level of commitment.