Secret Love Nest 2018

Misery Loves Company

It's freaking November and Christmas is just around the corner. Last year, around this time, Qing and I started making list of things and festive activities we will attend.

Not this year. Our holiday schedule is already made for us. There will be a big celebration in the Wang Mansion that will require our attendance. That means we will spend this year's Christmas with Qing's family while New Year will be spent with our respective families. Qing will just visit my parents before the New Year to make it seem fair.

This year, I am not in the mood to decorate the condo of any Christmas ornaments. PT will just have to stay in Mama's garden in the museleom, I don't have the energy to decorate a tree.

PT of course stands for "potted tree" because my Christmas tree is alive and growing in a big pot in the Wang garden.

But now everything is feeling like a "Grinch" to me so I crawled my way to the unit across from us to help the Goddess put her Christmas tree up.

Goddess: You are not in the merry mood?

Me: (shuffling balls in my hand) Yeah.

Don't worry, I am shuffling Christmas ornaments, not my literal balls. I don't think the Goddess will appreciate it if I will play with my balls in her living room and with her baby looking at me.

Goddess: Pass me the ball in your hand.

Me: (passing the glossy ball to her) Things are just so hectic in my life right now that I am not in the mood to make this holiday's merry.

Goddess: Well, that is life. Sometimes it serves you shit, sometimes gold.

Me: Well, I have shit on my left hand and gold on my right.

Goddess: Then life is being fair to you.

No shit...yeah, I guess life is being fair to me. Of course I won't get everything I want.

Goddess: You said your parents are in good terms now, that is something.

Me: Yeah, that one was resolved already. Mama is actually like you, already planning her holiday schedules.

Goddess: It's better to be prepared. This my daughter's first Christmas so I will make sure this year's celebration will be special.

I stared at the Goddess' pretty daughter. She is in all pink with an angelic looking ribbon on her head.

Me: First Christmas eh? If the predictions are right, the world will start to deteriorate in 12 years and by 2040, we are all doomed.

Goddess: Cute Neighbor!

Me: What?

Goddess: (sighing) Your outlook in life is so gloomy right now, right?

Me: Yeah.

Goddess: Well, you are ruining my merry mood.

Me: I am a lousy company, I know.