Bad Day.
- We've been listening to Christmas music at work since November 15th, the house has been decorated since approx. that long as well and I'm so sick of everything Christmas related right now that everyone is calling me a Grinch and Mr. Scrooge. Christmas hasn't even officially started yet and I just want it to be over.
I don't have enough money to buy presents for my immediate family, let alone the half dozen friends I don't talk to on a regular basis who just show up out of the woodwork toting expensive presents and expecting me to reciprocate and buy them expensive things in return.
I just want the original meaning of Christmas to come back. Not the Americanized If-I-don't-get-everything-I-asked-for-this-year-Christmas-is-RUINED. But the Family part of Christmas where you show up for good food and spend the day being with the people you love.
- I was in a good mood all day until the last 15 minutes before work ended. This obnoxious, dumb, redneck, yokel(which is honestly the nicest way to put it because otherwise racial slurs are going to start making an appearance) came in and demanded a haircut for her sister and then got all up in arms because the entire mall closes at 5 today and it's December and we should have Holiday hours because of that.
"Oh no Ma'am, we'd LOVE to stay open until midnight on a Sunday." Seriously, FUCK. YOU.
Today when I came home, I ripped off a quarter of my pinkie nail opening the door. I didn't rip the nail off the nailbed(the skin under your nail) but it's all jagged and disgusting and I'm going to have to cut it right down and file everything and I keep my pinkie nails long because it's easier to part hair with.
- In other news, I'm wondering why I even write anymore.
I don't write for other people, I write for myself. But I enjoy getting feedback, just like any other author, and I try to leave comments longer then 'good job' 'great fic' 'nice one' because if you're just going to leave two words, you might as well not even bother commenting.
Facebook is starting to erase our creativity. If Livejournal ever gets the 'Like' button, I think that's all anyone is ever gonna press. No actual words left behind to let you know WHY they liked anything, just an all encompassing 'Like'.
It's like AO3 with their 'Kudos' button. Yes, I enjoy getting Kudos, but I'd much rather you let me know WHY you're giving me Kudos.
This comment rant comes from the fact that when I posted a blurb about my Teen Wolf/Big Wolf on Campus fic being written, I got more comments expressing an interest then when I ACTUALLY posted the damn thing.
Can someone explain this to me? Has commenting on fic suddenly become a social faux paux?
BAH HUMBUG.