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Getting Through It

The jocular hilarity of the holiday festivities grates me raw. I can't help it the merrier everyone gets the more sad I feel. I know I am not right, never have been. I paint a stiff smile on my face, it usually lasts into the New Year, but by then it's a more a grimace. There are more like me we're not Grinch's, not haters, we just have this desire to be normal but we've not figured out 'normal' yet and it makes us sad to be here slowly turning this way and that like a half-drowned log in this sparkling river of joy that most everyone else rides upon.

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