Flooding

There is a flash flood warning in Austin right now. The rain is pouring down heavily, the wind blowing, the thunder rolling and lightning flashing.

My parent's response? Come home.

So I braved the elements, and home I went.
While she, she was invited to stay, even. Not I, not I.

Meaningless

You taught me that Christmas is meaningless. It's a time of year to be selfish, to hoard and keep all the joy you have to yourself. It's a time of the year to buy the affection of your family members with gifts, a "tradition" normalized, accepted, and encouraged by society.

Christmas is not a time of joy. It is not a time of sharing. It's a time where a family can be as selfish as they want, and guilt all of their family members into staying at home. A time where affection can be shamelessly bought.

Last Christmas you guaranteed yourself to never have another Christmas with me. By considering it as our "Last Christmas Together," you have cursed yourself. For I know that that label could be indefinitely applied to as many future Christmases as you want. You have destroyed your infinite future.

You denied my call for help, my plea. A thing I don't do very often.

And now you will suffer for it.