Ho, Ho....Sad Hoe

I seriously am NOT in the Christmas mood; Lord forgive me. Two more days until this joyous holiday and it doesn’t even faze me.  The older I get the less I am excited for Christmas. I wish I was young again. I wish I was at the place where I couldn’t go to sleep December 24^th because I was so anxious for the next morning, but I’m not there.  I feel like the Grinch. I have not been myself lately. I go through these periods of “not being myself” at least 5 times a year. I cannot explain it, but what happens is I will divert from the social networks, friends, family and all sort of contact and throw myself a pity-party.  (I guess I kind of did explain it) So why am I throwing myself a pity-party this year? I will be ashamed to say it is because of my recent break-up. (So I won’t fully put the blame on that…and even if I do, that is a whole new blog)

So then what is it? A little bit of everything.  A little bit of him, a little bit of school, a little bit of this and a little bit of that.  These are the reason why I like to go ghost. I be needing ME time. Sometimes my “Me time” last for minutes and sometimes it last for days. Either way, I need time where I am completely by myself to sort out my thoughts, problems, concerns, fears and basically my not so average life.

I am actually shocked I haven’t been on twitter. (Due to the fact that I am an addict. I should do a shameless plug and tell you to follow me @BOYleeMEalone...but I won;t ;]) I can’t be no “sad hoe” on twitter though, it isn’t cute. (o.0) What is a “sad hoe” you ask? Well, my description of a “sad hoe” is a girl who gets on the web (preferably twitter or facebook) and cries about her life, all this “woe is me mumbo-jumbo). However, once you do this through a blog, you become a writer. LOL Really.

Still, I don’t consider this a “woe is me” piece, because I actually want to keep this semi-private, especially since I want to be as descriptive as I can while still keeping my privacy. (What am I dumb!?) I want to express myself and feelings but I still want to leave whoever reads this piece of…..treasure wondering.  Got it?