Vox Hunt: Dear Santa

Show us what you hope Santa brings you.

I can't show you.  I don't really want a thing.  I do want many things, but I try not to ask for them...   I gave that up the year I got a few shirts I still haven't worn.  I just want to wake up and have people open up and enjoy the gifts I've given them.

What I really want?  I want my life to kind of fall into a near perfect place.  I want to be offered a sweet job with good pay.  I want to go a long stretch of time without a feeling of dread or loathing when I wake up and face spending 8 hours wishing that time move by at the speed of light so I can get on with my life.  Don't get me wrong, I don't want a job that would become my life, I want a job that I wouldn't mind sharing my life with.  I should be appreciative that I am employed, if by a thread, contingent on the fact that no one else is willing to do all that is my job for less than what I get paid; however, I find myself clock watching, waiting for the 'other' shoe to fall, and wishing I had went down a different path in life. It sucks and for the time being, there isn't much I can do about it.  Move laterally or take a rung down the ladder. fuckitall.

Let me modify my request: perhaps I can find some peace to dissipate this feeling of dissatisfaction with the course of my life so far... I don't know.  Sometimes I wonder if all this is in my head?  Some seem to agree that it isn't, so i suppose it couldn't be.  Maybe i should ask for a dose of blissful ignorance to help obscure how I believe I'm underpaid and over educated and I've made a few bad decisions in my life?  It'd be nice to be a happy go lucky fool for a while.

So santa, I find myself sitting on your lap asking for what you can't give me... A Life. You senile, whiskey soaked, cookie stealing son-of-a-bitch. ;)

BTW: Thanks ahead of time for the coal!  It'll go a long way this winter in keeping me warm 'coz I can't afford to pay the heating bill all by myself!