kethrai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grinchitude I just got attacked by a case of the holiday hate. I always loved Christmas. I love getting and giving gifts, I like cheerful decorations, I could even stand the Christmas carols. Even post the conversion to paganism, I still loved the holidays; it was a fun time of year. But. Everyone around me hates the holidays. My sister (well-off, comparatively, at least to me) has published manifestos on how commercialized our family holiday has become (um, no, not really...) and how it stresses her out (her inlaws are NICE, dammit, life is easy) my friends yell about how they're broke and they hate the commericalism, the Darling Husband hates the holidays because his family are dinks, and now I hate the holidays because his family are dinks and because everyone around me hates them. The holiday Pollyanna in me is taking a serious beat-down. Gah. So. I was doing pretty well until today, when I was finishing up a few gifts for my little nieces and the horrible inlaws and realized that despite the gifts being lovely, my inlaws will look at them like they are dead bugs; they will look at me like I'm a dead bug; I will need more booze year after year to deal with them; and by the time I get to my family's celebration, with my sister's festering resentment, I would prefer being a dead bug. Hey Grinches? You fucking won. 12:05 p.m. - 2008-12-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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