I was just talking to a friend who is bemoaning the fact that, for yet another year, she won't have a boyfriend over the hoidays. While I understand the loneliness she is feeling, I really envy her.
I HATE the holiday season. I really wish "I" was alone this holiday season. And I don't just mean single, I mean no friends, no family, nobody.
Every year it's the same old stress. Your S.O. wants something for christmahankwanzaka but won't tell you what it is. You know they hate the kinds of things you like to get them (you know, stuff you think they need and might like). Then you've got kids or other relatives who need gifts, but they directly relate how much you mean to them by the relative worth/amount of gifts. Then you've got your friends, who you know will get you something so you feel obligated to get them something too. What you don't know is how much they're going to spend (so you can reciprocate) and either spend way less than they do and feeling guilty for weeks, or worse, you spend a lot and get a stick of chewing gum and a 25 cent mirror from K-mart.
So, fuck the holidays. Fuck santa, fuck rudolph, fuck his bright red nose, fuck jimmy stewart and his stupid wonderful fucking life, fuck miracle on 43rd street, fuck frosty, but most of all, fuck corporate fucking america for making what used to be a fairly nice holiday into the most commercial, overadvertised "get your expectations up so you're family/friends/S.O. can never measure up" holiday.
(hmm, maybe this should go in B&T. oh well, fuck it)
I HATE the holiday season. I really wish "I" was alone this holiday season. And I don't just mean single, I mean no friends, no family, nobody.
Every year it's the same old stress. Your S.O. wants something for christmahankwanzaka but won't tell you what it is. You know they hate the kinds of things you like to get them (you know, stuff you think they need and might like). Then you've got kids or other relatives who need gifts, but they directly relate how much you mean to them by the relative worth/amount of gifts. Then you've got your friends, who you know will get you something so you feel obligated to get them something too. What you don't know is how much they're going to spend (so you can reciprocate) and either spend way less than they do and feeling guilty for weeks, or worse, you spend a lot and get a stick of chewing gum and a 25 cent mirror from K-mart.
So, fuck the holidays. Fuck santa, fuck rudolph, fuck his bright red nose, fuck jimmy stewart and his stupid wonderful fucking life, fuck miracle on 43rd street, fuck frosty, but most of all, fuck corporate fucking america for making what used to be a fairly nice holiday into the most commercial, overadvertised "get your expectations up so you're family/friends/S.O. can never measure up" holiday.
(hmm, maybe this should go in B&T. oh well, fuck it)