christmas. synonym:
disappointment
noun1. a feeling of dissatisfaction that results when your hopes or expectations are not realized; "his hopes were so high he was doomed to disappointment" 2. an act (or failure to act) that disappoints someone
yes, it's christmas time again.
a time for consumerist-born north american children to be lavished with unnecessary (and for the most part, undeserving) toys, gadgets, and all other variations of gift.
a time for families to be forced to sit around a table and eat a meal together the one day out of the year they feel obligated enough to actually attend.
a time for union and non-union workers alike to delight in the joys of time-and-a-half or better.
a time for feel-good films and television programming, yuletide tunes on radios in cars, bars and malls everywhere.
that rare and glorious season when every paedophiliac santa claus wanna-be has to hide his erection in his gold-and-red throne at your local shopping center
that one time of year when you feel like you're supposed to spend money on everybody you like, and regardless of political correctness, taking pleasure in wishing punjab convenience store owners a merry christmas just for the sake of spreading holiday cheer.
the magical season of permissable underage drinking, binge eating and the best excuse for anything: "who cares! it's christmas!" pops into every middle-class housewife's head as she pours herself a third glass of wine (even though there's laundry to be done in the morning)
and for some reason, the time of year that emotions escalate the most around, the smallest positive is an epic joy and the slightest hitch a monumental disappointment.
it's like everyone's a little bipolar this time of year.
you made cookies! OMGZ!
i stubbed my toe OMGWTFBBQ *cries*
but these cookies are delicious.
childhood christmases were the only time of year i'd be up half the night with butterflies in my tummy dying to get glance at what awaited me in my dangling stocking, and excited to see the look on each of my parents' faces when they open their presents.
they were a time for complete seclusion from anything and anyone but those who you chose to have around you.
lock yourself in with your cousins for a day and play sega genesis until dinner. no homework. just fun.
no going over to friends' houses or extra-curricular obligations to bog you down, just pure family time.
and family time was the best time.
the past three xmasses (this year being a consecutive fourth) i've spent christmas day alone on my mother's couch watching all the usual christmas morning programming and waiting for her to come home around 4pm from work.
last year, her boyfriend at the time tried to give me fifty bucks in a card as a gesture of friendship & goodwill, but i took offence and made a scene because i never liked the schmuck anyway. (looked like liam neeson but was soo wrong for her)
then we attended family dinner as hosted by my nana at the holiday inn in burlington and meg took me to see the remake of black christmas in mississauga that night.
i returned to hamilton to an empty house until new year's.
this year i'm not even going home.
my mother's working just about the entire holiday stretch and i might as well be working if i'm going to be here solo.
my best friend's gone til the first week of january
and those who i want to spend my time with most are out of reach unfortunately necessarily often.
i have a little christmas tree at my old house - unless they've thrown it and the box of childhood decorations that accompany it away - and i'd love to decorate my apartment... but it's not easy being extremely unpopular with your ex-roommates.
i hope others aren't as jaded by this season as i'm unfortunately realizing i now am.
wish i had a joint to smoke.
max.
noun1. a feeling of dissatisfaction that results when your hopes or expectations are not realized; "his hopes were so high he was doomed to disappointment" 2. an act (or failure to act) that disappoints someone
yes, it's christmas time again.
a time for consumerist-born north american children to be lavished with unnecessary (and for the most part, undeserving) toys, gadgets, and all other variations of gift.
a time for families to be forced to sit around a table and eat a meal together the one day out of the year they feel obligated enough to actually attend.
a time for union and non-union workers alike to delight in the joys of time-and-a-half or better.
a time for feel-good films and television programming, yuletide tunes on radios in cars, bars and malls everywhere.
that rare and glorious season when every paedophiliac santa claus wanna-be has to hide his erection in his gold-and-red throne at your local shopping center
that one time of year when you feel like you're supposed to spend money on everybody you like, and regardless of political correctness, taking pleasure in wishing punjab convenience store owners a merry christmas just for the sake of spreading holiday cheer.
the magical season of permissable underage drinking, binge eating and the best excuse for anything: "who cares! it's christmas!" pops into every middle-class housewife's head as she pours herself a third glass of wine (even though there's laundry to be done in the morning)
and for some reason, the time of year that emotions escalate the most around, the smallest positive is an epic joy and the slightest hitch a monumental disappointment.
it's like everyone's a little bipolar this time of year.
you made cookies! OMGZ!
i stubbed my toe OMGWTFBBQ *cries*
but these cookies are delicious.
childhood christmases were the only time of year i'd be up half the night with butterflies in my tummy dying to get glance at what awaited me in my dangling stocking, and excited to see the look on each of my parents' faces when they open their presents.
they were a time for complete seclusion from anything and anyone but those who you chose to have around you.
lock yourself in with your cousins for a day and play sega genesis until dinner. no homework. just fun.
no going over to friends' houses or extra-curricular obligations to bog you down, just pure family time.
and family time was the best time.
the past three xmasses (this year being a consecutive fourth) i've spent christmas day alone on my mother's couch watching all the usual christmas morning programming and waiting for her to come home around 4pm from work.
last year, her boyfriend at the time tried to give me fifty bucks in a card as a gesture of friendship & goodwill, but i took offence and made a scene because i never liked the schmuck anyway. (looked like liam neeson but was soo wrong for her)
then we attended family dinner as hosted by my nana at the holiday inn in burlington and meg took me to see the remake of black christmas in mississauga that night.
i returned to hamilton to an empty house until new year's.
this year i'm not even going home.
my mother's working just about the entire holiday stretch and i might as well be working if i'm going to be here solo.
my best friend's gone til the first week of january
and those who i want to spend my time with most are out of reach unfortunately necessarily often.
i have a little christmas tree at my old house - unless they've thrown it and the box of childhood decorations that accompany it away - and i'd love to decorate my apartment... but it's not easy being extremely unpopular with your ex-roommates.
i hope others aren't as jaded by this season as i'm unfortunately realizing i now am.
wish i had a joint to smoke.
max.