Well, it’s official… I’m fed up with Christmas… maybe one day I’ll be capable to explain why, but until then all I know is that it’s not my favourite part of the year.

Don’t know what to write about, so I’ll write about nothing. Pathetic? Maybe, but still I’m doing it…
I look around and all I can see is books, but the ones that are tormenting me are the study ones… I want to go out, to walk, to go to the cinema, but instead I have to study, because I have to learn something, or else I’m a nobody… the question that usually torments me during the examination period is… will I? will I be a nobody if I don’t study… this is of course lack of will to study… and it’s normal at 2.34am in a weekend… but still the question remains.
Everyone in our society has to study, it’s the way things work, but… well let’s say I would like to study without the obligation of follow a curricular program, without having to present results of my knowledge every 6 months… it kind of fells like “Who wants to be a millionaire” but without the prize… Should it be like that???

Too much news… too much bad news… that’s how TV works today. I would say that only 50% (or less) of the news that are shown on TV are really news, the rest are: Fairy tails, huge exaggerations of the reporters, and made up stories. Today I read a comparison of the same news article given by CNN and by Aljazeera. The difference is enormous, as it tends to get exaggerated by both sides but in different ways (if you know what I mean). And in the end we just have to imagine the true story based on the two presented stories. Why can’t there be a single news channel that limits it self to the presentation of news just as they are…

December the month of kindness…
It’s the month of snow, of cold, of rain, of staying at home, of chattering around a fireplace with the family. It’s the month of the family.
It’s the month of tea, coffee and hot chocolate, it’s the month of worm cloths and worm food.
It’s the month when all problems are forgotten and where we are all kind to everybody.
It’s the month of the glitter, were the city streets show all their enchantment, were the shop-windows show their magic.
It’s a good month to get in love, it’s a magic season.
Is it?… or should it be???
I seem to see everything on the wrong perspective. It does not rain that often, people prefer coca-cola and movies in huge mall. Chatter in family? Tv is much better. Worm food, only if the pizza guy doesn’t get late. And glitter… ohh that one exists… as long as you have money to buy it.
But the christmas that I described earlier never existed, it’s a though, a perfect thought that we try to achieve every year. And every year we fail to achieve it, not because we don’t try hard enough but because it’s unnatural… christmas is something that was invented by humans for humans, and as much we say we love christmas, what we really love is the idea of a perfect christmas.