"Hey! Look who came out of their cave! Join us, anon!"*INTENSE GREGORIAN CHANTING*The PTSD will never go away. The faces of family members I never wanted to see, the bland taste of slightly overdone Turkey, the torture of mentally flagellating conversations about nothing and stories about things and banal events that are less than nothing.
Can you hear it? That's the agonizing, melancholy polyphony of millions of introverted souls crying out in ungodly amounts of pain that you could ever only understand if Satan himself kicked you in the throat. That's the silent soldiers of this earth screaming as barrages of festive artillery and Eggnog Gas kill their comrades and soften their position.
'Nam ain't got nothing on this.
We're all gonna die here.
Alone, our stomachs full of turkey during the day, and our entire bottles of sleeping pills in the night. Prepare your souls to meet God, if he still even cares for the human race at this point.
I for one, am certain he has abandoned us all.