Sundays.
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It’s not that I don’t like Christmas, it’s more that it annoys me.
And I suppose it’s not Christmas that annoys me, but what happens at Christmas.
Nothing.
Absolutely fuck all. For two weeks, almost everything comes to a stand still so that we can get drunk and fat for a couple of the days within that fortnight. Shops close, doctors are off, all my social activities are closed (and the snow closing them way earlier than Christmas does), and every day becomes a Sunday. An unreal day where nothing happens and if you sleep through it, you miss nothing. For two weeks.
No wonder I go a little nuts.
And okay, my nephew loves it, and once my niece is out of nappies, so will she and I love spoiling them both, but still, the complete stand still sucks.
All my tv shows are on the Christmas hiatus. Castle, House, NCIS, The Big Bang Theory, The Mentalist, Bones. Sanctuary doesn’t start back up again until April! What the hell am I supposed to watch? Eastenders? Shall I just get back on the soap bandwagon with my sister and let the normal world suck my brain out? No thanks. Thank God for the Doctor Who Christmas Special or it would be a complete loss.
Okay, there is some bits I like about Christmas. Wrapping the presents I’ve bought for some reason is my favourite. I find it very satisfying. More so than watching people open them. I think because at this point, they are great presents with the potential to being great happiness and when they’re opened they become objects and things again after a few minutes. Or moments if you’re my nephew, I’ve seen him go through presents like a whirlwind. It’s fun to see.
Anyway, Christmas is not good for my mental health. I don’t go out on Sundays. So I probably won’t go out much over the next couple of weeks, seeing as every day becomes Sunday.
Don’t get me started on New Years.
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It’s not that I don’t like Christmas, it’s more that it annoys me.
And I suppose it’s not Christmas that annoys me, but what happens at Christmas.
Nothing.
Absolutely fuck all. For two weeks, almost everything comes to a stand still so that we can get drunk and fat for a couple of the days within that fortnight. Shops close, doctors are off, all my social activities are closed (and the snow closing them way earlier than Christmas does), and every day becomes a Sunday. An unreal day where nothing happens and if you sleep through it, you miss nothing. For two weeks.
No wonder I go a little nuts.
And okay, my nephew loves it, and once my niece is out of nappies, so will she and I love spoiling them both, but still, the complete stand still sucks.
All my tv shows are on the Christmas hiatus. Castle, House, NCIS, The Big Bang Theory, The Mentalist, Bones. Sanctuary doesn’t start back up again until April! What the hell am I supposed to watch? Eastenders? Shall I just get back on the soap bandwagon with my sister and let the normal world suck my brain out? No thanks. Thank God for the Doctor Who Christmas Special or it would be a complete loss.
Okay, there is some bits I like about Christmas. Wrapping the presents I’ve bought for some reason is my favourite. I find it very satisfying. More so than watching people open them. I think because at this point, they are great presents with the potential to being great happiness and when they’re opened they become objects and things again after a few minutes. Or moments if you’re my nephew, I’ve seen him go through presents like a whirlwind. It’s fun to see.
Anyway, Christmas is not good for my mental health. I don’t go out on Sundays. So I probably won’t go out much over the next couple of weeks, seeing as every day becomes Sunday.
Don’t get me started on New Years.
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