End of the year

We came back from the funeral on Wednesday and managed to go out a couple of times, when it was still nice. Since it has been raining for three days, we chose (wisely, I may say) to stay indoors. So for three days I have been doing what I like most - stay indoors and do absolutely nothing of importance, like reading, watching telly, play silly computer games, talk and dine in the living room (it still has such a grown-up feeling about it, I can't really say why) and seriously thinning the house edible reserves.

Also I had time to catch up on my reading on the net. I have grown addicted to reading on the net. Perhaps it is because I still consider it time-wasting, unlike reading a hardcover proper book. Combined with my old fascination for filth (the one that generates malaise, the Charles Baudelaire filth), I end up reading a lot of stuff that only aggravates my misanthropy. On this note, I have to say that having come to know filth and meanness and evil in people so well, I am touched to tears whenever I am faced with an instance of good, real or fictionalized. Which kind of worries me, because from this stage to crying at soppy movies is not really that far. And this label of crying at the movies is something I do not really want to have attached to me.

Coming back to reading garbage, on the net and on newspapers as well, I might add.
People seem to be prone to writing even MORE trash than usual now that the end of year is near. On the one hand, if you deal with serious matters, like the Crisis or failure of banking system at this time of year, don't be surprised if you appear to have a greenish tinge in photos, that would be the Grinch deep down revealed by the kindness of people around you. On the other hand, if you trifle your way through merry times and Christmas binging, there will always be someone to agreeable point out the shallowness of your behaviour.

In any case, the mood of the season holidays makes writers write silly texts and readers read them with eyes screwed up in mocking disbelief.

Thus said, I acknowledge the bareness of the season holidays from the inspiration point of view and gracefully lay my electronic pen down until next year.

Happy holidays to all of us!