I hate xmas
I dislike the hype, the expense, the crowds in shops and the music. Oh god I hate the music. My definition of hell would be to go shopping on Xmas eve. I can only imagine how bad that has gotta be.
No one can possibly mean “Merry Yuletide to all and sundry” when they’re probably thinking “my feet ache, I’ve been at work since 8am serving customers and wishing them merry everything more times than I can count, the sound system is now playing Hells (jingle) Bells for the 175,769th time this week and I wish you %$#@!’s would let me go home to MY family so I can start to celebrate Xmas too.”
Of course, as a child I thought Xmas was bloody marvellous. Loads of good food, relaxed friends & family, Summer holidays and gifts. What’s not to like!?
More recently and yes – it’s tied in with losing both my parents (I didn’t even need a shrink to know that lol) I’ve just spent it moping around feeling sorry for myself. Pity parties can be fun, in nice weather one can take one’s picnic pity party and hit the beach where you have people relaxing and enjoying themselves around you. It’s kinda hard not to smile as you see kids tearing around with their new toys, happy in the sunshine..
This year, I am torn between going away somewhere or staying put. I’m in a new town. I don’t know my neighbours (not that this worries me overly). I’m pretty sure I’m not seeing DTR because he has kids who will spend some of the day with him and we’re just not in that place of Xmas time together, I’d guess.
I’m a little scared of staying home alone, because I do feel a bit mentally-messy .. how tragic would a blog post on Xmas day be? Geez ..
But anyway, how do you celebrate the 25th December each year? Maybe I can get some ideas from you all!
Bottle of 18yr old single malt and a deck chair on the roof so far holds most appeal..