It Is Christmas Eve Already

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“Here I sit in this big lonely dump, waiting for Christmas to pass! Bah! That silly season when everybody loves everybody else! A curse on it! Me—I’m different! Everybody hates me, and I hate everybody!” – Scrooge McDuck, Christmas on Bear Mountain (1947)

I never felt like, you know, have an idea what was the meaning of that first line of Scrooge McDuck, not until these recent years. Before that, I was this cheerful guy, believed that at the top of something that you pursuit like mad, lies fun.

Oh, you never know about Scrooge McDuck? Well, this guy-uhmm, duck, is the world richest duck, ever. Forbes magazine even named Scrooge McDuck history’s fourth richest fictional character, way beyond Marvel’s Tony Stark, the Iron Man. And, hey, Unca Scrooge never completed a formal education. However, he has a sharp mind. He knows how to find locations without compasses and maps, knows shoot-and-aim, carpentry, mining, heck, you name it. He is a jack-of-all-trades, and for every trades, he is what you may call expert. Being fluent in Dutch, German, Mongolian, Spanish, Mayan, Bengali, Finnish, various dialects of Chinese, and Arabic. Oh, and he even reads the Arabic alphabet. This great duck acquired this knowledge from years of living or traveling to the various regions of the world, seeking fortune. Yes, he made it by being tougher than the toughies and smarter than the smarties, and he made it square.

And not with love. Yes, he has fallen in love once, and it was a real tear-jerker, unreachable love. Yukon, it was, during the famous gold rush. You know, if you ever read Don Rosa’s The Life And Times of Scrooge McDuck, you’ll baffled by what he did on his younger days. Born as poor Glasgow boy, Unca Scrooge had worked his way up the financial ladder from humble immigrant roots. Firstly, he took up a job polishing and shining boots, and was enraged when a ditch digger paid him with an 1875 US dime, which was useless as currency in 19th century Glasgow. However, the coin inspired him to go out on adventure to make his fortune at the age of 13. America, Australia, Africa, name it. He even visited Indonesia during the colonial period.

Yet, in the end, he was alone.

I am used to loneliness. At least that what I was thinking during my younger days. My Mom and Dad prepared us to live alone since early ages. That’s how they raised us all. I was a handmade board games maker, and my own seller of course, during my elementary days, for my own allowance. I lived by myself at the age of 14. I liked the idea of expert jack-of-all-trades like Scrooge McDuck. So, I was doing any job I could get. To gain knowledge. To gain skill. Little on my mind thinking about girls, mate, or any lovey-dopey things, back then. For me, having Mom, Dad, sisters, and best friends around was enough to keep me away from loneliness. That was I thought. So, I keep my pace, keep working on what I believed back then. One project and a bunch of another projects. And when I was 22, there was my name, famous enough to read by every Indonesian alive on newspapers, magz, and on-line. Hey, it was cool back then, not to mention that now I am an abomination with skill, ranged from simple welding to computer scientist freak that understand 8 human languages.

Yet, in the end, I was alone.

My friends married, my sisters have their own life, and even my Mom and Dad have each other. Me? I am different. Nobody have me and I have nobody.

And by the way, Christmas in Indonesia isn’t that good. Not just Christmas. Ieds, New Year, you name it. All occurs during this wet, raining season. Snow is sentimental, water isn’t so, unless you played some sad piece as background music. Oh wow! It is just the perfect time to cook Indomie, our award-winning instant noodles, during this rain!

So, Merry Christmas for all of you who celebrate it. No need to wish, I know happiness is upon you. Treasure each seconds, and don’t let it go.

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