^_^ Thanksgiving is a time for family and food. But why?

For the past few weeks leading up to the holiday season I have been actively listening as my friends babble about how excited they are to see their respective families, eat pie, and in general be happy. When I was younger, MIUCH younger I think I got excited for holidays, but now I feel empty. I love my cousins, I love my Aunts and Uncles and my mother, but I can't help but feel utterly empty and devoid of actual joy. Sure I can fake it with the best of them, but I don't even have the energy to do that! I tried to psych myself up yesterday so I could be properly cheerful today, but when I got out of the shower at 10:40am and finished getting dressed... I couldn't. I've spent most of today reading A prayer for Owen Meany, which though a lovely and depressing book, is not improving my holiday spirit. I think we celebrate Holidays to make our poor pathetic existence as humans more worthwhile. At the same time, this may just be another example of my anti-social pessimistic tendencies. So Happy THanksgiving everyone. Please don't let me rain on your parade.