For some reason, my social calender has been extraordinarily packed this year and I never thought I'd ever say this, but I'm all partied out. Really. It's been one thing after another and too many late nights coupled with very busy days mean that my best friend's name is Exhaustion and sometimes I have trouble keeping up with just about everything.
One thing I'm finding particularly irksome this December (more so than other December's) are the hordes and mobs of people-traffic. More specifically, the amount of midgets roaming EVERYWHERE like ants. I can't even walk in a straight line at the Mall without getting mauled by the crowds or molested by some four year old with a mouth full of sweets and a paint brush.
And yes, I don't understand. I don't understand because I'm not a parent. I don't understand why them kids have to play hopscotch in the middle of the shampoo aisle while 30 shoppers with their respective shopping carts wait to pass through; and I don't understand why they get to screech at the top of their lungs for a solid hour because they can't eat the peanut butter out of the jar right then and there. And I particularly don't understand how they can physically assault other innocent bystanders while their parent's laugh and think they're cute.
So I have decided to stay away from all shopping districts well into 2013 when I'm sure most people will be broke, hence alleviating any need for them to congregate at the Mall or any other shopping arena.
In the meantime, I'm going to try to catch my breath, and maybe take a much needed nap. Wake me up when December ends.
Wishing everyone a safe, happy festive season.