My parents are having some serious financial hardship. My girlfriend dumped me in the fall. I don’t have the sort of friends who deem me gift-worthy. I can’t afford to buy anybody anything, and I suck at gift-giving anyway. All Christmas is to me this year is a particularly terrible time at my retail hell job.
Yeah, yeah, I know…Christmas is REALLY about companionship and love and all of that shit…go tell it to the mall. My parents are forgiven; I told them not to get me anything. But there is nobody else in this world who cares enough about me to give me a cheapo trinket of some kind? Apparently not.
Back in my teen years, I flirted with the idea of not celebrating Christmas at all. Of course, my mother wouldn’t have that. But I’m not a Christian, and I really don’t care for the gaudy trappings of this consumer orgy we wrap in fake spirituality anyway.
So, yeah. I’ll go to a couple parties, see some friends…but I think I’m done with Christmas, for now, anyway.
I really don’t see the point any more, and I’m fine with that. There is no federal law stating that I have to love Christmas. Gimme Halloween and Thanksgiving and fuck this holiday right in the manger.
