I hate the holidays because of those Damn Salvation Army bell Santas (and parollies working off their time). They KNOW how to make you feel guilty; three words: "God Bless You". It's like, I DON'T CARRY CASH, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
Christmas/Holiday time sucks because ___________________.
BUY! BUY! BUY! BUY! BUY!
I dislike all commercialized holidays, but Christmas is by far the worst. A couple of months ahead of time (one 6th of the year!), we start hearing about how much your loved ones would just *love* you to surprise them with expensive things (I heard one yesterday about how the family would love a $5000 ATV for Christmas). Just... Stop. So much of it's just people trying to convince you to buy stuff that you'd never buy under ordinary circumstances.
On a different note, and almost worse, is the heaping overload of expectations that get placed on people for Christmas (often pumped up by advertising depicting the "perfect holiday"). Who's spending time with who, who's traveling where, and who is and isn't displaying the proper amount of family togetherness and holiday cheer. Truly a seeming neverending fount of bad feelings, stress, and anger. No thank you. Probably doesn't need saying, but I've had more than my share of pretty bad Christmas experiences , and they center around this type of thing.
I know it's not that way for everyone -- and I can truly respect Christmas as a religious holiday, but frankly, I don't see that being a major part of its continued observance. If the whole "three wise men bringing gifts" story hadn't been such an easily exploitable hook for commercialism, it would be a very different (and better) experience for everyone (typing this as he listens to a stupid sales-pitch-to-a-holiday-tune commercial).
I agree. I love the cheery atmosphere building up to the event, as well as the commercial side. I went to the local market today, and they had a mulled wine and roasted chestnuts stand. Lovely for a cold day.
If there's one thing I hate about Christmas is the anticlimax on the day itself. The build up of anxiety, festive cheer and over-indulgence is suddenly released like a white-head being squashed. Show's over, same time next year. Booo.
Yay for Christmas joy!
Between that cigarillo and sticking my finger down my throat to see if I could DT, I feel like puking RN.
I personally dislike Thanksgiving more than Christmas, but mostly because there is a lot more family drama around Thanksgiving in my family than at Christmas time (not sure why...)
As for Christmas--break from school, get to see my family--not so bad.
If anything the one thing that bothers me about any holiday is just the expectation that goes into that one day--like for some reason on this one day things will be better, everyone will be happy, the food will be amazing, and everything will essentially be perfect. But life is never like that. And it really is just another day. So if people would just relax about it and let what is going to happen just happen I would like it a lot more (and it all reality they might too.)
What? With your bare hands?
My life is a collection of defense mechanisms gone wrong.