It's Christmas time.
I have a tree.
I even bought my dog some reindeer antlers.


Being a doctor, I find it very hard to believe in anything that's not certain. As an undergrad, I had issues taking psychology classes because everything was just theory, and nothing could be proved. It's very hard for me to believe in something that I can't see, that isn't scientific, that isn't cut and dry. It's one of the reason I love chemistry and math.Most of my friends are in science related fields, and I find it hard to be with people that don't see it like I do.

Grey's anatomy sparked a little something in me tonight. I usually don't watch the show because it's a little dramatic: the OR I work in will never be filled with as much melodrama as that one, and my interns aren't attractive/are too dorky to sleep with one another. One of the main characters wasn't spritual and she had problems with the make believe side of the holidays. Sometimes I do too. We tell kids about Santa only for them to find out at age 9 that Santa doesn't exist. While the jury in my head is still out on Religion, some people could make the assumption that that aspect of Christmas is make believe too. Christmas, to me, is a comfort. As much as spending time with my family jolts me just a little, I love EggNog, the smell of Spices, wrapping paper, and laughter too much to give it up. It reminds me that even in my crazy world, where life and death hang by a thread, that I can be a kid again.

What would I ask Santa for this year? Hmm...

I'm not the type of writer that will go on and on for the sake of my own voice or to make you all feel that I'm intelligent. I just like spurting random thoughts once in awhile.

Randomness.

Maybe I should write that letter to Santa... ;)

Just in case anyone was wondering: I talked to my friend about it. She said there's reasons why they didn't work, but there is no reason that I shouldn't give him a shot.

Well.. lol. Proving that I can never make up my mind, I don't know if I'm going to pursue him. Like other people I've pursued, I think I might just be in love with the idea of him.

Oh well.
Still Single. Still Busy.
Still not wanting to be either.