I am the Grinch

I'm starting to think that the Grinch may have been deeply misunderstood.  I mean, how did the Grinch become the Grinch?  Maybe he realized that he had been slowly but surely disconnected from his family to the point where, when he called to wish them a merry Christmas, they just had better things to do.  Maybe he watched everyone around him getting showered with Christmas gifts and wondered how he got to a point where no one in his life cared that much about him.  Maybe his roommate picked Christmas to become really difficult for the first time ever.  Maybe he spent too much time sitting around with Max and feeling sorry for himself.  I can kind of see how all of that might make one's heart two sizes too small.

There is just too much pressure on this holiday.  I'm not sure why I'm making it the measuring stick for my relationships, and hopefully I'll be over that tomorrow.  I'm not sure why what I have received for Christmas is somehow not enough.  I'm not sure why I'm all "Me, me, me" right now.  It's annoying.  I don't really hate Christmas, and I don't really think there is no one who loves me.  I just could use a few Whos today to remind me that I am not alone.  Thanks, by the way, to the Whos who have dropped by with a note here, or who sent a lovely card.  Even though I'm a total stick in the mud right now, it really has helped.