Outwardly, he was the life of parties. Inwardly, he hated celebrations.
The noise of crackers, the over painted faces, the fake smiles, the over indulgences in greasy food and the desperate attempts at ignoring their inner hollowness.
Weddings where people bitched and exchanged fake small talks. Festivals where the opulent showed off their pitiful acquisitions. Wine gulping that ended in puking. And strained selfies that ended on social medias.
They celebrated so that the world would notice. They celebrated to forget the wretchedness of their day to day existence. The true meanings had long been forgotten. The true spirit rotted in its grave.
Celebrations made him insane. Made him want to curl up and sob. Or bang his head on the walls. Immature? Yes.
Outwardly, he was the life of parties. Inwardly, he hated celebrations!