Christmas reflection.

Well the curse of low-priced jewelry, remberence of death, broken homes and broken hearts that is Christmas is not really touching the sides this year. I just cannot even be bothered to be pessimistic or miserable about it most of the time. But then I always have been and still remain quite a negative person, although not for the sake of style but of the school of hard knocks as some appear to put it on their Facebook profiles. I am not dwelling in a despondent pit of fear, dread and hopelessness though. More I am very slowly trying to escape from it, which in time appears to be a more realistic aspiration in life than being a demolition expert, mountain zoologist, computer programmer, or fluffer for the female stars of porn who cannot get wet enough for sex or have real orgasms in their movies.