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So listen. I hate Christmas. I hate Thanksgiving, Easter, St. Patrick's Day and Valentine's Day, too. Most holiday's, actually. But Christmas is the worst. My family doesn't really do the Easter thing anymore, so that whole dress-up-for-the-early-service-and-hunt-for-eggs-in-the-churchyard doesn't grind me so much anymore. And Valentine's Day, St. Patty's, Veteran's, what-have-you, don't bother me that much either, because as much as I detest the idea of participating in traditions that I don't find particularly exciting, those at least are days that I can go about my business, and carry on as I would any 14th or 15th day of the month.
Thanksgiving is a one-day event. It is one full day of my mom, my dad, my stepfather and my siblings. Every year for almost the past decade, we eat dinner at my mom's house, then 2 hours later we eat dinner at my dad's. It's wrong, it's wasteful, and it's painful. Every year, for almost the past decade, my brothers leave me to do the dishes because I'm pretty sure that if they're not a little chauvinistic, they're looking to go get stoned. And I fucking hate football. I hate the sounds of it and how the sounds fill the house so there's no escape, I hate how a game lasts forever (counting the pre-game and the interviews), I hate watching the stupid television, I hate that my mom only started watching football games on Thanksgiving when she married Harold, and I think that if this is the direction the American family's headed, whoever's in charge oughtta move the Superbowl to Thanksgiving Day. And who the hell decided on turkey for the meal of the day? Was that Ben Franklin? It just makes you sleepy, with all that trip-toeblahblah. Blah.
But Christmas...Christmas is the worst. It's not one day of not calling friends for fear that they're involved in some family thing--it's at least two. For me, these days, that means 48 hours with my mom and stepdad, and very limited contact with anyone else--this contact is made on Christmas morning with the opening of presents. Fine, great, whatever, thank you thank you thank you. Next year I will not give or receive anything, I've already decided. I hate Christmas shopping, wading through seas of people at malls that are architecturally designed to make you want to spend all your money, and for the benefit of whom? Christmas is completely bunk. If you care about someone, you shouldn't need a scheduled holiday to show it. Man, guys, I'm tipsy. More significant to me than the money thing is just the fact that these two days--Christmas and its Eve--are easily the most boring days of the year. On Christmas there's excitement for a half hour, in the first part of the day, and then nothing until dinner, which is probably turkey, and that's just going to make you tired.
dude matt, didn't you say that you posted a picture of yourself in your crown?
Thanksgiving is a one-day event. It is one full day of my mom, my dad, my stepfather and my siblings. Every year for almost the past decade, we eat dinner at my mom's house, then 2 hours later we eat dinner at my dad's. It's wrong, it's wasteful, and it's painful. Every year, for almost the past decade, my brothers leave me to do the dishes because I'm pretty sure that if they're not a little chauvinistic, they're looking to go get stoned. And I fucking hate football. I hate the sounds of it and how the sounds fill the house so there's no escape, I hate how a game lasts forever (counting the pre-game and the interviews), I hate watching the stupid television, I hate that my mom only started watching football games on Thanksgiving when she married Harold, and I think that if this is the direction the American family's headed, whoever's in charge oughtta move the Superbowl to Thanksgiving Day. And who the hell decided on turkey for the meal of the day? Was that Ben Franklin? It just makes you sleepy, with all that trip-toeblahblah. Blah.
But Christmas...Christmas is the worst. It's not one day of not calling friends for fear that they're involved in some family thing--it's at least two. For me, these days, that means 48 hours with my mom and stepdad, and very limited contact with anyone else--this contact is made on Christmas morning with the opening of presents. Fine, great, whatever, thank you thank you thank you. Next year I will not give or receive anything, I've already decided. I hate Christmas shopping, wading through seas of people at malls that are architecturally designed to make you want to spend all your money, and for the benefit of whom? Christmas is completely bunk. If you care about someone, you shouldn't need a scheduled holiday to show it. Man, guys, I'm tipsy. More significant to me than the money thing is just the fact that these two days--Christmas and its Eve--are easily the most boring days of the year. On Christmas there's excitement for a half hour, in the first part of the day, and then nothing until dinner, which is probably turkey, and that's just going to make you tired.
dude matt, didn't you say that you posted a picture of yourself in your crown?