I have noticed an increase amount of ire and vitriol in my daily life these days. Holidays, December Drag, all of this equates to a more negative-than-normal Mo.
For starters, I loathe nothing more than Christmas music. Trite, saccharine, and fucking annoying, Christmas music makes me want to stab someone, not brim with holiday cheer. I am incapable of holiday cheer and am happy to be spending the holidays in Europe, where Christmas still retains its birth-of-Christ roots and isn't this red-and-green commercial mess that shits up my days here. A couple of nights ago some ill-advised carolers happened upon our lawn. Bob perked up and came and got me as if I'd be happy about this. I'd rather have an Airdale crap on my lawn than a bunch of off-key douchebags sing "Silent Night" at my locked front door. "Turn the hose on them!" I told Bob. He laughed. I really meant it, though.
Shopping, something I despise any time of the year, has become more trying. Maybe it's because when I see someone working retail for $9/hr, I know that they are not being paid enough to render false cheer for hours on end.
I have also felt some guilt over the gift of gift cards. Why not gift cards? I hate getting shit I don't want and assume you feel the same. Let's cut out the pretense here. Here's a gift card. Get what you want.
I am reminded why I am wise for choosing childfree-ness because this time of year, all the other mommies would be talking some serious smack on me, questioning my parenting ability and saying bad things because I couldn't bring myself to do the whole Santa thing. My child would be lied to consistently and thanklessly throughout it's life; why lie about a jolly red man who delivers presents through a chimney? It's not even a good story! Hell, why not switch to the story of a young man who leaves school early and goes on an adventure through New York City before going home to tell his parents he got kicked out of school? That story takes place during Christmas time and has quite a bit of protection-of-children's-innocence going on. AND IT'S A MUCH BETTER STORY, written by a Jew, no less.
The only bright light this time of year is Jerm's Xmas Porn show, and I don't even think he's doing it this year. That and crazy time off. Again, I am not complaining. I get to go to Spain and have a wonderful life, indeed. But I cannot help but feel cornered by such blatant insincerity and forced merry-making. I mean, don't people know what's going on in the world???
Posted by Zerd at December 12, 2007 02:22 PM