Christmas is a stupid holiday, not as stupid as New Year’s but stupid enough.
First we must admit it’s all about the money and the presents, like one broke girl said.
“The holidays are totally about money! It’s about spending money to buy things to stuff into the giant black sucking hole in the center of each of us that reminds us life is hard and then we die.”
It’s not about love, joy to the world, or the celebration of the birth of Christ... It’s a huge commercial complot to exploit us and taker our money.
But who am I kidding… this is not why I hate Christmas...
I hate Christmas, because it’s supposed to be perfect and never is. This time of year comes, and it’s in our subconscious that this should be a time for happiness and sharing with our families. But it’s never like that…
I personally don’t love my extended family, with whom I have been forced to share this dreadful holiday. Why you wonder? It’s a nice family… a good looking, a wealthy family, a kind family… I don’t fit. I just don’t.
The people closer to me is the people I’m more distant emotionally, no one in my family knows me, and the only person I depended in making Christmas better is across the ocean having the time of her life.
As I sat alone in the middle of the crowd drinking Colombiana I realized how alone and pathetic I was:
First the only person I was expecting to hear a merry Christmas from was a 60 year old in England.
Second, that the only person I could ask in a date was not very good looking 15 year old ameinian boy I met online… and knowing that if I ever meet him, he’ll be so disappointed; I’m much uglier than what you see on webcam.
Everyone else is gone… just gone… And to think this promised to be such a great Christmas season.
(29 days late)
