Curmudgeon’s are in season.
"I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different" - Kurt Vonnegut.
The darkness of reality is that life glass is half empty or half full. You can smash the glass if you’re unsure, but, what the hell is wrong with you.
The gift of life is bittersweet and beautiful. The symphony of wasting away is that we all could be more than circumstances allow. Yet we march forward in our feeble ways clinging to the hope that universe needs us in a misanthropic pursuits. Wandering “Do I have a place in this life?” And life in its infinites mature chimes back “you got a half full glass of water what the hell else do you want. Quit asking for shit!”
The curmudgeon you pass on the streets and smile with the infinite fallibility of kindness, in his direction, saying merry Christmas as the warmth of all the joy in your saint like heart shatters against the wall of “what the hell is wrong with you! You son of a bitch! It’s cold outside and you’re keeping this old fart out in the snow with only the hate in my heart to keep me from freezing to death because of your damn stupidity.”
And in the saint like way we carry on our feeble and broken spirits. As made for TV level of emotional complexity feels our heart from the childhood Christmas specials and we think maybe some other poor pilgrim will be able to reach the seasons curmudgeon.
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