Season’s Greetings

Yes, I am one of those Grinch that hate the holidays. I would be indifferent to the holidays… but people are always trying to shove ‘the holiday spirit’ down my throat…

First off, the ‘holidays’ are not pertinent to my life. I do not celebrate the birth of any mythological god figure or the change of the season or whatever. They don’t have any special significance… I don’t care. You celebrate your religious holidays or the passage of time, so fucking what?

I don’t care about decorating my house or office every time the retail influenced media tells me to. I will not to buy the turkey or reindeer or whatever to splat it at my window or door. I don’t want to buy anything that is not necessary for my comfort or survival. If the economy depends on me buying useless seasonal junk, well so sorry (well not really), I am not going to do it.

What worse relatives or long lost acquaintances, that do not have the time or desire to even call or text during the year, show up. They come to my house unannounced at odd hours. They want to eat my food and drink my booze and be entertained. And usually my food and drink is not good enough or to their liking. And I can’t be rude to these invaders because I would be ungrateful for they are trying to share their presence and not ‘in the spirit of the holidays’.

They also bring about their misbehaving noisy brats. Who will bitch that they are bored or hungry or any other technique to be a nuisance. Most times I would have to pry them my doors where they were swinging and the proud parents just watching those little beasts.

What worse the parents have created this expectation that I have to give their children some gift. I didn’t fornicate to produce their children, why do I have to give them anything? Yet, their children expect me to give them a something… but they want the most expensive whatever. The ones that their parents or themselves would never be able to afford. If you don’t give them what they want you are a stingy or bad person. Since it’s a lose/lose situation, I give them nothing.

I don’t like to get gifts, I don’t enjoy giving them. I detest the idea that there is an obligation to get a present on a certain date just because is the ‘tradition’.

I refuse to engage in any of this… I don’t care what anyone think or believe… so fuck off… and do not come about with your ‘Season’s Greetings’.



Ps. For the record I only celebrate Halloween… now that is a fun holiday with children working to get their reward, woman dressing up as sluts and otherwise macho guys as dressing as woman. Most years I dress up as a priest. What would Freud say?