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26      The Day After

  I don’t care what you think, the next day is a tough one.

So I made it to Christmas dinner this year as predicted. It was good to see the family again. Everyone looked just like the last time we saw each other, which could be good and bad at the same time. It was good because we all looked just as we expected, live and merry. It was bad because changes could be good sometimes — I mean, hey, where is the surprise here?

But, surely this is not another post of ranting about the dinner. Nor is it about what presents we got this year. It is about the day after — the most challenging day of the year.

The thing about the day after is that, everything is coming slowly to the surface. No, we are not talking about the Indigo blue sweater that has to be returned for a store credit. It is about the reality — the wake-up call after a night of mass celebration.

And yes, we are talking about the hang-over, the all-night-long insomnia, the jackpot, the everlasting headache, the reminiscence of quite a regretful incident from the night before, not to mention, the painful ribs due to — let’s just say ‘the slippery bathroom floor’.

Perhaps we ask ourselves, why do we keep doing this all over again — years after years? Is it not about the time to put a stop to all this nonsense?

Depending on our perspectives, fortunately or unfortunately, it is a mandatory to go through the Holiday (at least once a year) every year. It is compulsory to get together as a family at dinner table although you do not feel like seeing your peachy cousin. It is after all a once-a-year affair to remember or rather, to forget.

You all might agree on the famous saying “Life is A Bitch”, but I am telling you right now, the day after is a bitchier bitch. And guess what? It has not even come close to the end. New Year’s Eve is just around the corner, New Year’s Day is next. Lest it be all over and over again.

P.S. No, I did not go to Indonesia in December.