Dunno why, but this time of year makes me feel so harried.
I'm always looking over my shoulder, unable to really get into anything for fear of being dragged off of it to fulfill any number of random, unannounced obligations. It interferes with my ability to work and concentrate. At times, I become so anxious that everything feels like a provocation to frustration. It's stupid.
I want to do all sorts of things for friends around here (online) but find myself being made to feel guilty about not being at the beck and call of the meatspace local loved ones in this complicated, inexplicable dance of I Only Want You When You Look Like You've Just Started Doing Something and the other favorite Oh We're Going To X's In 15 Minutes, Didn't Your Read The EMail (I Didn't Send You).
It's not that these dances don't happen at other times of the year. They do. All seasons, actually. It's just that they're more frequent and I'm so much more sensitive to them as Thanksgiving plods on to XMas.
I've hit the HoliDaze.