It had been sixteen years since they’d gone on holiday together – the last, she remembered, found them sharing a room together and giggling about their bodies. Now they would be sharing a room again, but without the giggling this time.
In fact, when asked how it went, I just smile and nod. It was okay, I say, but in reality it was a soulcrunching grind that I just have to endure every year.
the holiday was brought on
by the bug
it looked pretty
but you were fooled
led you to a vacation resort
that resorts to violence
and bangs your head,
so you take an aspirin
but tylenol would do better
Even though they didn’t say it out loud, their faces spoke loudly enough. They didn’t approve and they didn’t think she should go through with this. But it was far too late now. Her eyes were wide, her hair wet with sweat, and she was all alone in this room. She was having Holiday. She would be a good mother. And she was never speaking to her family again.
You were supposed to go on holiday. You were supposed to live your long, full and beautiful life. It’s the holidays, and you should be here with us, enjoying them. But instead you’re gone. You were taken away, and suddenly the holiday doesn’t seem so festive. Nothing is the same without you. I’m so sorry.
Never been so happy, at least not while surrounded by corny holiday crap. But somehow, this year, it all seems to glow a little brighter and the wrapping papers all have a cheerful sort of crumple to them. Time to go back to work. I know this because I dreamed of my boss last night.
sun suncream arguments cocktails hot migraines pervy men pools swimming self conscious hard concrete floors hard matresses bread rolls tips sun stroke boredom homesick burnt skin reading too much sister family summer bikini
Holidays, a time meant for happiness, though in reailty an excuse for religious nuts to preach overkill while everyone magically becomes poor for a few months at a time before regaining it right before the next season rolls around.
Holidays were always a time for me to go see Grandma, it was the only time I got to see her all year and it was usually the only real “family time” I ever had. Holidays were always good. I miss the holidays, today is a holiday.
I’ve recently met some foreigners. I spent the last month in Hawaii and was fortunate enough to meet a Swiss German fellow named Sandro. I began hanging out with him and his friends which was strange because I had to completely change the way I talk so they could understand. Not everything translated the same. Such as holiday. “Are you here on holiday?”
Me: “You mean vacation?”
Him: “It’s the same, no?”
Me: “Not really.”
But nothing was better than the way he said “special.” Everything was special. Not weird. Special. “That man he dress very special.”
i just went on a holiday.
it was good. I mean it could’ve been better.
It was just good to get away, y’know?
Plane food is disgusting.
Thats the one thing I hate about holidays.
A holiday is an escape, it is a way of hiding a way from the world, and not caring about anything esle that happens. It’s getting on a plane, boat, car, or bus and just flying away, leaving all of your worries behind, and now to look back aon the people that you leave behind for that short time in your life. Holdidays are the thing that keeps people together.
She tossed the last bag into the back of the truck and jumped into the drivers seat whistling for Sam as she did so. Sam can running from around the corner and jumped up over her lap into her seat – head out the window – tongue hanging happily from the side of her mouth.
It was hot and something gloomy hung in the air. I saw him, lying like a tired wolf in the frontyard. He seemed to want peace and quiet.
It was very hot and I looked at the house, the young man almost asleep in the sun and my old sneakers.
It was holiday and something was going to happen, I could tell.
Mann, holidays… They’re kinds stupid.
People shouldn’t live like that, looking forward to something so trivial. Especially when people take them to seriously. Its quite…vain.
holiday in paris would be a lovely thing. all the lights, the fashion, the loveliness, the romance. but how romantic is a place if you’re constantly breathing in secondhand smoke? probably not terribly. perhaps someplace pristine would be more romantic. sweden pherhaps for the aurora borealis?
holidays are days that u get time and a half while working. which means u can get more stuff. and its worth it because they usually arent that much fun anyway. sometimes ull spend time with friedns and family and only half the time is it fun
christmas and the red red bells clashing- snow on the good years. yelling families disappointment- crying hating hating. wanting to love it- such an intense season do I like it? the stress
coming so soon thinking i will be too hot thinking it will be fun thinking it will be all i dream of think my only thought ….him ! thinking whats it going to be like seeing someone i dont kno
Oh. I would like a holiday this winter, as we missed last year and that was terrible. Winter was long and hard and I didn’t get to rest at all and I miss the time I get to spend with my husband during those trips. We love our holiday together. Not that there’s anything wrong with the kids or anything, but it’s just not the same.
today is a holiday and also the day my dad was born it’s the 4th of july and always mixed with sadness when i see the sparklers going off and i think about his birthday cake that we always put sparklers on…wow…it always freaks me out alittle so even tho i love fireworks, the big ones…i stay inside now with the animals and cover their ears. feels like my dad would appreciate me doing this. his little birthday president
Holidays.
I hate that you are obliged to pretend to
be happy and enthusiastic about these things.
I actually wrote an English paper about this.
I think there should be a holiday
where we can be as pessimistic and natural
as we want without getting fired
and/or in trouble.
Today is 4th of July.
Oh well.
I’m going to sleep.
holidays are great. i usually go relaxing on a family vacation and bond mostly with my sister, who’s 9 years younger than me. I try not to come into too much contact with my parents, because there’s usually some sort of conflict that ends up happening, kind of like home.
Holiday. Makes me think of British movies. “He’s on holiday.” What a fabulous sentence. It’s so jaunty, so casual. Patterned bedsheets, hotel rooms. Rainy days. Holiday.
I want a holiday to somewhere where I know how to talk to you. I want to lie on sandy beaches under the sun with you, away from all this grey. I hate this city. But I’m scared that if I leave I won’t be coming back.
happy 4th of July! it’s a national holiday. but i think the only reason we have it is so that people have a reason to use illegal fireworks, and get drunk. well, at least, SOME people use that as an excuse. I sure don’t! Holidays are fun though. Especially Christmas. But today’s not Christmas- it’s the 4th of July; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA!!!!!
holday from this heart beating holes in my ribcage so hard my hands are shaking, give me a holiday from money stress and instability. give me a job so that I can calm down and think about other things.
every bodi smokes enourmosu cuantities of marihuana in the holidays. They like it because is good and makes them hapoopy, econmy will be better wit that thing. Everyvody loes it, just not everybody accpet it. Makes everybody happy and i dont what else to say
today is not really a holiday. i don necessarily believe in holidays anymore. america has commercialized all the holidays that have ever existed and have taken away the real meaning from it. some holidays arent even anything, its just a way to make money, and to be quite frank, it sickens me. yeah thats right. sickens me.
Colombia want to go to waterfalls beach, sand in between your toes the smell of salt water flat tire, jellyfish, palm trees, sandal, weird stores with linen clothing, jumping up and
It was, perhaps, the longest Thanksgiving of Frank Keller’s life. His relatives ditched him at a filthy Newark airport, and the stuff in his backback was liable to get him incriminated. Great – he knew he shouldn’t have just taken this thing without asking questions about it.
Apart from the usual weekend visit to the park, it had been 5 years since Mark took his last work holiday. He saved his holiday time until the end of the year would come and he would be reimbursed his holiday pay without having taken any. Until this year, this moment of compensation had always been a moment of pride in strength of self-restraint. Until this year, he had never cared to waste time.
I wish I can go on another holiday. My last holiday was with my lovely wife in Knysna, South Africa. Oh boy, that brings back some fond memories.
Anyway, I gues it is time to start planning.
It had been sixteen years since they’d gone on holiday together – the last, she remembered, found them sharing a room together and giggling about their bodies. Now they would be sharing a room again, but without the giggling this time.
a time to come together
a time to have fun
a time to share
making memories
The holiday wasn’t a holiday at all.
In fact, when asked how it went, I just smile and nod. It was okay, I say, but in reality it was a soulcrunching grind that I just have to endure every year.
fun times, friends, drinking, ice cream, shorts, swimming, travel, airplanes, trains, hostels, hotels, beach, timeshare, sun, sand, shopping, interesting, museums, monuments, foregin, languages,
the holiday was brought on
by the bug
it looked pretty
but you were fooled
led you to a vacation resort
that resorts to violence
and bangs your head,
so you take an aspirin
but tylenol would do better
holidays are times that people celebrate something that happened past
I’m going on holiday, holiday to the beach.
I’m going on holiday, it’s as far as i reach
Even though they didn’t say it out loud, their faces spoke loudly enough. They didn’t approve and they didn’t think she should go through with this. But it was far too late now. Her eyes were wide, her hair wet with sweat, and she was all alone in this room. She was having Holiday. She would be a good mother. And she was never speaking to her family again.
You were supposed to go on holiday. You were supposed to live your long, full and beautiful life. It’s the holidays, and you should be here with us, enjoying them. But instead you’re gone. You were taken away, and suddenly the holiday doesn’t seem so festive. Nothing is the same without you. I’m so sorry.
Never been so happy, at least not while surrounded by corny holiday crap. But somehow, this year, it all seems to glow a little brighter and the wrapping papers all have a cheerful sort of crumple to them. Time to go back to work. I know this because I dreamed of my boss last night.
sun suncream arguments cocktails hot migraines pervy men pools swimming self conscious hard concrete floors hard matresses bread rolls tips sun stroke boredom homesick burnt skin reading too much sister family summer bikini
Holidays, a time meant for happiness, though in reailty an excuse for religious nuts to preach overkill while everyone magically becomes poor for a few months at a time before regaining it right before the next season rolls around.
Holidays were always a time for me to go see Grandma, it was the only time I got to see her all year and it was usually the only real “family time” I ever had. Holidays were always good. I miss the holidays, today is a holiday.
I’ve recently met some foreigners. I spent the last month in Hawaii and was fortunate enough to meet a Swiss German fellow named Sandro. I began hanging out with him and his friends which was strange because I had to completely change the way I talk so they could understand. Not everything translated the same. Such as holiday. “Are you here on holiday?”
Me: “You mean vacation?”
Him: “It’s the same, no?”
Me: “Not really.”
But nothing was better than the way he said “special.” Everything was special. Not weird. Special. “That man he dress very special.”
Holiday.
The trick is to live every day as if it were one…
a good holiday…
not one of those ones with all of that negative emotional baggage attached to it.
i just went on a holiday.
it was good. I mean it could’ve been better.
It was just good to get away, y’know?
Plane food is disgusting.
Thats the one thing I hate about holidays.
A holiday is an escape, it is a way of hiding a way from the world, and not caring about anything esle that happens. It’s getting on a plane, boat, car, or bus and just flying away, leaving all of your worries behind, and now to look back aon the people that you leave behind for that short time in your life. Holdidays are the thing that keeps people together.
She tossed the last bag into the back of the truck and jumped into the drivers seat whistling for Sam as she did so. Sam can running from around the corner and jumped up over her lap into her seat – head out the window – tongue hanging happily from the side of her mouth.
It was hot and something gloomy hung in the air. I saw him, lying like a tired wolf in the frontyard. He seemed to want peace and quiet.
It was very hot and I looked at the house, the young man almost asleep in the sun and my old sneakers.
It was holiday and something was going to happen, I could tell.
Mann, holidays… They’re kinds stupid.
People shouldn’t live like that, looking forward to something so trivial. Especially when people take them to seriously. Its quite…vain.
Its also a pain.
holiday in paris would be a lovely thing. all the lights, the fashion, the loveliness, the romance. but how romantic is a place if you’re constantly breathing in secondhand smoke? probably not terribly. perhaps someplace pristine would be more romantic. sweden pherhaps for the aurora borealis?
holidays are days that u get time and a half while working. which means u can get more stuff. and its worth it because they usually arent that much fun anyway. sometimes ull spend time with friedns and family and only half the time is it fun
madonna.madonna.madonna.madonna.madonna.madonna.
remember when neon was cool?
we used to have dance parties in the basement for birthdays.
and people wore spandex.
oh hey.
circles!!!!
christmas and the red red bells clashing- snow on the good years. yelling families disappointment- crying hating hating. wanting to love it- such an intense season do I like it? the stress
coming so soon thinking i will be too hot thinking it will be fun thinking it will be all i dream of think my only thought ….him ! thinking whats it going to be like seeing someone i dont kno
Oh. I would like a holiday this winter, as we missed last year and that was terrible. Winter was long and hard and I didn’t get to rest at all and I miss the time I get to spend with my husband during those trips. We love our holiday together. Not that there’s anything wrong with the kids or anything, but it’s just not the same.
today is a holiday and also the day my dad was born it’s the 4th of july and always mixed with sadness when i see the sparklers going off and i think about his birthday cake that we always put sparklers on…wow…it always freaks me out alittle so even tho i love fireworks, the big ones…i stay inside now with the animals and cover their ears. feels like my dad would appreciate me doing this. his little birthday president
Holidays.
I hate that you are obliged to pretend to
be happy and enthusiastic about these things.
I actually wrote an English paper about this.
I think there should be a holiday
where we can be as pessimistic and natural
as we want without getting fired
and/or in trouble.
Today is 4th of July.
Oh well.
I’m going to sleep.
holidays are great. i usually go relaxing on a family vacation and bond mostly with my sister, who’s 9 years younger than me. I try not to come into too much contact with my parents, because there’s usually some sort of conflict that ends up happening, kind of like home.
Holiday. Makes me think of British movies. “He’s on holiday.” What a fabulous sentence. It’s so jaunty, so casual. Patterned bedsheets, hotel rooms. Rainy days. Holiday.
I want a holiday to somewhere where I know how to talk to you. I want to lie on sandy beaches under the sun with you, away from all this grey. I hate this city. But I’m scared that if I leave I won’t be coming back.
happy 4th of July! it’s a national holiday. but i think the only reason we have it is so that people have a reason to use illegal fireworks, and get drunk. well, at least, SOME people use that as an excuse. I sure don’t! Holidays are fun though. Especially Christmas. But today’s not Christmas- it’s the 4th of July; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA!!!!!
holday from this heart beating holes in my ribcage so hard my hands are shaking, give me a holiday from money stress and instability. give me a job so that I can calm down and think about other things.
every bodi smokes enourmosu cuantities of marihuana in the holidays. They like it because is good and makes them hapoopy, econmy will be better wit that thing. Everyvody loes it, just not everybody accpet it. Makes everybody happy and i dont what else to say
today is not really a holiday. i don necessarily believe in holidays anymore. america has commercialized all the holidays that have ever existed and have taken away the real meaning from it. some holidays arent even anything, its just a way to make money, and to be quite frank, it sickens me. yeah thats right. sickens me.
Colombia want to go to waterfalls beach, sand in between your toes the smell of salt water flat tire, jellyfish, palm trees, sandal, weird stores with linen clothing, jumping up and
It was, perhaps, the longest Thanksgiving of Frank Keller’s life. His relatives ditched him at a filthy Newark airport, and the stuff in his backback was liable to get him incriminated. Great – he knew he shouldn’t have just taken this thing without asking questions about it.
Apart from the usual weekend visit to the park, it had been 5 years since Mark took his last work holiday. He saved his holiday time until the end of the year would come and he would be reimbursed his holiday pay without having taken any. Until this year, this moment of compensation had always been a moment of pride in strength of self-restraint. Until this year, he had never cared to waste time.
i need a holiday
a peaceful day
just one day
with you
baby
i miss you
more than i can