Some traditons should be broken.
I hate Christmas. My brother started planning before Halloween, that I would be at his new place for Xmas. When December comes, my feeling of dread begins. I start the card sending, baking, shopping, making of gifts and preparation. The goddam awful Xmas week comes and the carnage begins. I win $50 from the work party but the next day my vaccuum breaks and I have hurt my lower back. I have a cough, bad combination.
I arrive at my brother's new place, 'starts out fine. He ends up being morose, mean-spirited, dredges up past grievances, placing the blame for just about anything on anyone but him. When he kicked his old, sick cat out of his way, I nearly lost it. He continues his hardcore, intense behaviour until everybody is uncomfortable. I went home later with that familiar feeling again. ("I'm staying home next Xmas. I will not be available.")
For this weeks holiday off work, I have bronchitis, barking every few minutes. I'm hanging for a smoke, my head is swimming. I hate Christmas. I hate it more every year. My Dad died when I was 12, on Dec 19th. My Mum went into the Alzheimer's ward at the home, two Christmas's ago. My brother spoils almost every Christmas with his assholic behaviour.
I am normally the most cheerfull, easygoing, laidback person you'll ever meet but this time of year it's sheer hell. Some traditions should be broken. Maybe I'll just have another Halloween next year on Dec. 25th. Oh yeah! I'm feeling better already! I'm actually smiling right now....and this ciggy-butt tastes wonderful.
(OGH, Wed 29 Dec 2004, 22:30, Reply)