Why I Hate the Holidays v. 2007
So, during Thanksgiving this year, I realized something about why I hate the holidays. Festive, I know.
One of the reasons why the yuletide makes me want to go on a raging massacre is because it feels like I am being left out. It feels like everyone in the world is in on this major celebration and I wasn't invited. I get it from friends, relatives, coworkers, and your friendly neighborhood conveinence store who begin shoving red and green down your throat the day after orange and black become so last Halloween.
Now, this is not to say that should I be "invited" to the proverbial party I would have a more favorable perception. I just can't wrap my head around the appeal. I have had good holiday experiences, in the past. I clung to them for a while, and now it's just gotten to the point where that's not doing it for me anymore. I'll always be on the outside looking in.
Conversely, this is precisely the reason why I am obsessed with my birthday. It's my day and I get to be the one with the inside joke. It's like a big "fuck you" to everyone who turned their back on me during the holiday season, and I relish it.
So I'm ok with being a Scrooge. And I'm ok with everyone else's holiday cheer. Just don't wish me a Merry Christmas, or I'll take you out with a nutcracker.
One of the reasons why the yuletide makes me want to go on a raging massacre is because it feels like I am being left out. It feels like everyone in the world is in on this major celebration and I wasn't invited. I get it from friends, relatives, coworkers, and your friendly neighborhood conveinence store who begin shoving red and green down your throat the day after orange and black become so last Halloween.
Now, this is not to say that should I be "invited" to the proverbial party I would have a more favorable perception. I just can't wrap my head around the appeal. I have had good holiday experiences, in the past. I clung to them for a while, and now it's just gotten to the point where that's not doing it for me anymore. I'll always be on the outside looking in.
Conversely, this is precisely the reason why I am obsessed with my birthday. It's my day and I get to be the one with the inside joke. It's like a big "fuck you" to everyone who turned their back on me during the holiday season, and I relish it.
So I'm ok with being a Scrooge. And I'm ok with everyone else's holiday cheer. Just don't wish me a Merry Christmas, or I'll take you out with a nutcracker.