the xmas rush and my aversion to being a godparent
I will start buying Christmas present for Xmas 2008 as early as December. The Christmas rush - very crowded, potentially dangerous streets and malls, sweaty and sticky arms brushing against my skin, and people who tend to occupy large spaces while walking really slow like they're tourists - test my patience every single year.
I am just so out of it that I don't feel the Christmas spirit once again. Unlike with years past when I was more like the emotional offspring of Alanis and Scrooge, this year I am just physically and emotionally overwhelmed by Christmas.
Unlike with my jobless years, the stress level was low since people knew I was broke. Now that people know I have money and I know that they know...I joined the effed up tradition of buying stuff for people. It's not that I don't want to buy stuff for others or I prefer being penniless, I truly believe I am not gay enough for shopping.
I breeze through malls and stores and visit stores over a period of time and then buy and item. Other times I would go into a store and just fall in love with an item and then purchase it. This December, with the high volume of people and the incessant playing of annoying and overlapping Christmas carols, my Zen in shopping got zapped.
Tomorrow morning I plan to go back to my house since I'm spending Christmas at my cousins' where I grew up. My godchildren and their very saccharine parents know that I stay there and I don't want to see them.
I already told my dad that I will just give him money to split among the godchildren I have under my name since he was the one who volunteered me in the first place. For all my shallowness and banal ways there are certain small things I hold sacred; Being a godparent is one of those thing I take seriously and close to heart.
I believe that people shouldn't be invited to be godparents, people should WANT to be godparents. Some say it's unlucky to refuse being a godparent and I think it's just a way for money-hungy people to coerce their fellow men to become human ATM's every December 25th.
I tell people if I want to be the godparent of their child and I randomly announce my disdain for being given invitations to baptisms as a godparent by people I barely know. I do this to make sure I warn the most number of people of my ability to look people in the eye and flatly say, No, I DON'T WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN YOUR CHILD'S BAPTISM BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH AND I DON'T WANT TO BE A GODPARENT ONLY BY NAME.
I'm a gay man who already knows raising children is one of his non-talents just like singing on key or driving any type of vehicle; the closest I will get to having children is to become a good godparent, so please, if any of you would like me to be your child's godparent, do your self a favor and befriend me first so I can earn the right to be your child's godfather in case you take the expresslane to reincarnation.
Here's a tip for those who want me to be their kumpare....help me do my Christmas shopping for 2008!
I am just so out of it that I don't feel the Christmas spirit once again. Unlike with years past when I was more like the emotional offspring of Alanis and Scrooge, this year I am just physically and emotionally overwhelmed by Christmas.
Unlike with my jobless years, the stress level was low since people knew I was broke. Now that people know I have money and I know that they know...I joined the effed up tradition of buying stuff for people. It's not that I don't want to buy stuff for others or I prefer being penniless, I truly believe I am not gay enough for shopping.
I breeze through malls and stores and visit stores over a period of time and then buy and item. Other times I would go into a store and just fall in love with an item and then purchase it. This December, with the high volume of people and the incessant playing of annoying and overlapping Christmas carols, my Zen in shopping got zapped.
Tomorrow morning I plan to go back to my house since I'm spending Christmas at my cousins' where I grew up. My godchildren and their very saccharine parents know that I stay there and I don't want to see them.
I already told my dad that I will just give him money to split among the godchildren I have under my name since he was the one who volunteered me in the first place. For all my shallowness and banal ways there are certain small things I hold sacred; Being a godparent is one of those thing I take seriously and close to heart.
I believe that people shouldn't be invited to be godparents, people should WANT to be godparents. Some say it's unlucky to refuse being a godparent and I think it's just a way for money-hungy people to coerce their fellow men to become human ATM's every December 25th.
I tell people if I want to be the godparent of their child and I randomly announce my disdain for being given invitations to baptisms as a godparent by people I barely know. I do this to make sure I warn the most number of people of my ability to look people in the eye and flatly say, No, I DON'T WANT TO BE INVOLVED IN YOUR CHILD'S BAPTISM BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH AND I DON'T WANT TO BE A GODPARENT ONLY BY NAME.
I'm a gay man who already knows raising children is one of his non-talents just like singing on key or driving any type of vehicle; the closest I will get to having children is to become a good godparent, so please, if any of you would like me to be your child's godparent, do your self a favor and befriend me first so I can earn the right to be your child's godfather in case you take the expresslane to reincarnation.
Here's a tip for those who want me to be their kumpare....help me do my Christmas shopping for 2008!