Thanksgiving Makes Me Cry

This holiday depresses me.

The parade, the football, the pies, all of it.

When the doorbell rings and distant relatives walk in, I shudder with contempt.

It's all fake. No one is happy to see anyone. In fact, the kids are the only honest ones present.

Their cries of, "But I don't want to wear this dress, it's itchy!", "But I want to sit at the big-kid table!" and "I'm done eating, can we go home now?" are the only honest words uttered on turkey day.

Why is it that children are the only ones capable of blunt honesty? They lack some filter that our parents impose upon us to prevent us from saying stuff like, "Mommy told me that when you call, she's in the shower." and other socially inappropriate honesties.

Back to Thanksgiving. The parade makes me the most upset. The grinning floats seemingly leer and mock me with their weightlessness. Their floating heads simply reaffirm the fact that I can't let go.

My total control over every aspect of my life suffocates me like the oxygen deprived floating head of Spongebob Squarepants.

And why don't the children fear these massive floating monstrosities? It seems like over stimulation would get the best of me and I would pass out in a sea of colors, confetti, and joy.

It makes me think of taking ecstasy at a discotheque, too many colors, sounds, people,and smells for the brain to process.

In fact, I feel like that in day-to-day life. I wish I could go numb to it all.

What's wrong with me?