Too much jolly make me sick

Too much jolly make me sick - People just disappear, and those who wished you happy holidays will forget about you until next year. For an entire year, they go into hibernation: no messages, no calls, they won’t even ask if you’re okay—especially if you’re sick—because they’re afraid you’ll ask them for something. That’s what I call hypocrisy. I hate those people. I wish there was a law that would forbid them from sending Christmas greetings if they didn’t even bother to call you on your birthday to say “Happy Birthday.” The same rule applies if you haven’t heard from them for a whole year—not just on your birthday.

Some of us really can’t stand your hypocrisy. Some get sick, and you make them want to vomit when they hear how “jolly” you are once a year. So honestly, you can kiss my ass. There were years when no one wished me a happy birthday, and guess what? I didn’t die. I can live better and happier without your wishes. So you can kiss my ass twice.

And if you complain, ask yourself if I care about your problems. I only care about those who pay me, although I know I’m way too expensive for you to afford.