the holidays of negativity
I declare this winter break, the time of negativity.
But perhaps I am just going through yet another phase. I am sure it's because I am recoiling from the stress of my grad apps. Or better yet, some sixteen year old boy spent a good hour defending the superficiality of the holidays and attacking the so-called threat color system.
I was bitter about Christmas. Mostly because I hear how some people have been receiving the gifts they have always wanted. As for me, I would rather buy the things I have always wanted with my hard-earned money and receive handwritten letters. But no, I receive gifts that are meaningless to me. My parents promptly repackaged them and gave the gifts to somebody else while they think, you gave me a bottle of wine, but i don't drink why don't we give it to somebody else? What is the point of Christmas again? I hate how it's so commercialized (and so American). Gift-exchanging, sure. How I am supposed act like the movies--it's a miracle on Christmas?!?! It's incredibly stupid to think that we have to act "differently" just because it's Christmas day. If we can't be nice to each other every day, why must it be more special on Christmas?
On New Year's. I had planned to go to the City on the Eve, but nobody else was willing to take the risk. Instead, I surrounded myself with inquisitive adults who constantly asked me how I was going to survive after I graduate this May. Of course, I got the frowns and furrowed brows when I told them I was going into a field without definite potential. Thanks, really, thanks.
And here I am. I dislike how my parents still control the majority of my finances since I am still a broke college student. Despite the fact that I am already as frugal as my father, I resent the fact that I admonished each time I want to splurge. I mean like...splurging $30?
But perhaps I am just going through yet another phase. I am sure it's because I am recoiling from the stress of my grad apps. Or better yet, some sixteen year old boy spent a good hour defending the superficiality of the holidays and attacking the so-called threat color system.
I was bitter about Christmas. Mostly because I hear how some people have been receiving the gifts they have always wanted. As for me, I would rather buy the things I have always wanted with my hard-earned money and receive handwritten letters. But no, I receive gifts that are meaningless to me. My parents promptly repackaged them and gave the gifts to somebody else while they think, you gave me a bottle of wine, but i don't drink why don't we give it to somebody else? What is the point of Christmas again? I hate how it's so commercialized (and so American). Gift-exchanging, sure. How I am supposed act like the movies--it's a miracle on Christmas?!?! It's incredibly stupid to think that we have to act "differently" just because it's Christmas day. If we can't be nice to each other every day, why must it be more special on Christmas?
On New Year's. I had planned to go to the City on the Eve, but nobody else was willing to take the risk. Instead, I surrounded myself with inquisitive adults who constantly asked me how I was going to survive after I graduate this May. Of course, I got the frowns and furrowed brows when I told them I was going into a field without definite potential. Thanks, really, thanks.
And here I am. I dislike how my parents still control the majority of my finances since I am still a broke college student. Despite the fact that I am already as frugal as my father, I resent the fact that I admonished each time I want to splurge. I mean like...splurging $30?