For once I am actually, legitimately bitchy enough to warrant a complaint. To be honest, I'd been avoiding talking about this, but for fuck sake...
I hate Christmas. I loathe and despise it. Worst of all, I hate the fact that it is taboo to say you hate Christmas without coming off as some sort of grinch or narcissistic bastard. But seriously, fuck this time of year. This is the one time of year where the disparity between me and my family is largest. Every other time of year I seem to be on decent footing with my family, but for some reason this holiday screws with me personally.
For my family, the holidays start the day after Thanksgiving. The lights, decorations, the tree with the ornaments, the folky music, the obsession with food. To the rest of my family, it's great, but to me, the appeal simply isn't there.
For an entire month, the rest of my family appears to be in a winter wonderland dream phase, and I feel like I'm being singled out because I just can't seem to get into it. And if I say anything even remotely off base, I'm scorned for killing the mood. It happens every year. I've gotten into the habit of just withdrawing during this time of year, keeping to myself until NYE.
Just once, I'd like to be able to scream at the top of my lungs, "Fuck this holiday! I don't need your damn trees, or your damn presents!" I shouldn't be celebrating it anyway since I don't believe Christ is the prodigal son of God. Whatever.
Anyone else develop their inner bitch this time of year?
I've noticed that no one in my family is getting into the Christmas mood. Might change around the 20th or something when watch Jim Carry's The Grinch will be a must and that will probably start the mood for some.
I hate Christmas. I loathe and despise it. Worst of all, I hate the fact that it is taboo to say you hate Christmas without coming off as some sort of grinch or narcissistic bastard. But seriously, fuck this time of year. This is the one time of year where the disparity between me and my family is largest. Every other time of year I seem to be on decent footing with my family, but for some reason this holiday screws with me personally.
For my family, the holidays start the day after Thanksgiving. The lights, decorations, the tree with the ornaments, the folky music, the obsession with food. To the rest of my family, it's great, but to me, the appeal simply isn't there.
For an entire month, the rest of my family appears to be in a winter wonderland dream phase, and I feel like I'm being singled out because I just can't seem to get into it. And if I say anything even remotely off base, I'm scorned for killing the mood. It happens every year. I've gotten into the habit of just withdrawing during this time of year, keeping to myself until NYE.
Just once, I'd like to be able to scream at the top of my lungs, "Fuck this holiday! I don't need your damn trees, or your damn presents!" I shouldn't be celebrating it anyway since I don't believe Christ is the prodigal son of God. Whatever.
Anyone else develop their inner bitch this time of year?