Apparently, this is the season to be jolly. To eat, drink and be merry. To drown in cakes: pound, rum and chocolate.
There are three whole weeks left for December to end and we’re already knee-deep in lists, articles, features, photo-features, videos, slideshows, all of which tell us what the world went through in news, food, emojis, scandals, Tinder, grammar fails and Taylor Swift’s poses. Then there are the others that talk about portion control, following intense exercise routines, making it a point to climb stairs everywhere so that one doesn’t gain holiday/festive weight and start the New Year with literally a bang, lest you break that chair you plan to sit on.
But three weeks can also be a short span of time. Especially, if you’re the type that’s dreading spending New Year’s Eve alone at home with pizza in one hand and the TV remote in the other. Or if you know you’re spending it doing nothing spectacular because you weren't able to find “cool parties” to get into, even one year is a short span of time.
December, however, is like the Friday of weekdays. The theory is simple: Monday is popularly hated; Wednesday is when we take a breather to realise we’re in the middle of the week and that things aren’t so bad and Friday brings weekend joy (except, if you’re working on Saturday, tough luck. Working Saturdays just make Sunday all the more special). As much as we look forward to Fridays, we’d like for it to get over soon. Similarly, as much cheer and food as December brings, we all long for it to get over so that we can move on with our lives, begin new adventures, fulfill our resolutions and achieve the troublesome task of remembering that it’s no longer 2014, but 2015.
