As we move in the dark time of the year I note that I become a bit moodier, tending towards negativity and depression. Psychologists have branded this, when it becomes deabilitating, Seasonal Affective Disorder.
I don't think that SAD is unusual. People who don't become a bit depressed in the cold black of Michigan's late fall, winter and even early spring are the odd ones. Good to have them around though, to help cheer up the rest of us.
I've wanted to do something mean to my co-worker I occasionally share the phone room with, though. Her insistence that it's time to listen to Xmas music is like chalk on the blackboard. Too many retail jobs as a teen listening to the sickening, vaguely religous pap that passes for holiday music has made those songs abrasive to me. And WNIC, Detroit's "official" Xmas music station, plays the same dozen songs over and over again. It's enough to make me want to go out and create a true Black Friday. I have visions of filling the fire sprinklers in the stores with foul smelling substances that brand them as the consuming fools they are. And like the bog of eternal stench, it would last FOREVER!
Of course, I am tempted by a couple of sale items that I saw in an ABC Warehouse ad, so I could be one of the stinking consumer masses. ;) Not tempted enough to go out on Friday, though.