I'm Scrooge. And not McDuck, he's cool.
I generally hate the Holidays. I mean, people are nice to you, but it's fake. Otherwise, they'd be nice all year long, not just because they want to keep up the Holiday Spirit. Rubbish. People should be nice all the time.
And Christmas is lame. Christmas is when Christians took over the pagan holiday of Yule so pagans could be easily incorporated into Christianity. Jesus was born in March sometime. And there are people who bake Jesus a cake. My Grandma McLoud in New York does. Umm. Even if he's real, he's dead. You don't bake a cake for my sister on her birthday, do you? No. You think of her, yes. Bake a cake? No.
And Presents. I hate presents the most. If I see something and it reminds me of you, I'll get it for you (if I can afford it), I don't care if it's August. I don't need a day just for people to say "I bought you something, look how much I love you, now how much do you love me?" That's crap. Merry Consumerist, more like it. I'm poor. The economy is crap and I'm a college drop-out. I don't have a job or money. Here's to the season of shoving my face into how lame I am.
And I'm not just anti-giving gifts, either. People feel obligated to give gifts. What kind of "gift" is that? My Oma bought all her gifts at Wal*Mart (Where she works. Don't get me started.) in bulk. I know one gift is slippers. I already have slippers. I wear them all the time. They are perfectly good slippers. I don't need new ones. But she feels like she has to get me gifts. And you know what? There are four packages identical to mine addressed to the other four women she got presents for. She put absolutely no thought into the gifts. "Slippers. Okay, let's get five different colors, and we got presents for them. Perfect." What's the use of getting me a gift I don't want or need, and neither of us care about? It's a waste of money and makes me feel like crap since I can't reciprocate. But of course I get yelled at when I say I don't want anything. I've told her repeatedly and vehemently not to get me anything, and she gets angry. I don't know what to do. I mean, I know what I'm going to do. Accept the gifts and put them in the same bag as the birthday present she got me and leave them in the back of my closet.
And Christmas is lame. Christmas is when Christians took over the pagan holiday of Yule so pagans could be easily incorporated into Christianity. Jesus was born in March sometime. And there are people who bake Jesus a cake. My Grandma McLoud in New York does. Umm. Even if he's real, he's dead. You don't bake a cake for my sister on her birthday, do you? No. You think of her, yes. Bake a cake? No.
And Presents. I hate presents the most. If I see something and it reminds me of you, I'll get it for you (if I can afford it), I don't care if it's August. I don't need a day just for people to say "I bought you something, look how much I love you, now how much do you love me?" That's crap. Merry Consumerist, more like it. I'm poor. The economy is crap and I'm a college drop-out. I don't have a job or money. Here's to the season of shoving my face into how lame I am.
And I'm not just anti-giving gifts, either. People feel obligated to give gifts. What kind of "gift" is that? My Oma bought all her gifts at Wal*Mart (Where she works. Don't get me started.) in bulk. I know one gift is slippers. I already have slippers. I wear them all the time. They are perfectly good slippers. I don't need new ones. But she feels like she has to get me gifts. And you know what? There are four packages identical to mine addressed to the other four women she got presents for. She put absolutely no thought into the gifts. "Slippers. Okay, let's get five different colors, and we got presents for them. Perfect." What's the use of getting me a gift I don't want or need, and neither of us care about? It's a waste of money and makes me feel like crap since I can't reciprocate. But of course I get yelled at when I say I don't want anything. I've told her repeatedly and vehemently not to get me anything, and she gets angry. I don't know what to do. I mean, I know what I'm going to do. Accept the gifts and put them in the same bag as the birthday present she got me and leave them in the back of my closet.