........and to this day they continue to call her "Spastic geni". The End.
My Essay on why I hate most parts of Christmas. By Geni.
I hate Christmas because I have this weird dislike of opening presents in front of the giver. They look at you with all this expectation that it's going to be the best present I've ever gotten ever, it's splattered all over their face and I feel all this pressure to act like it is so. I feel like a total lier, and a bad one at that. Which is ironic really since I'm a fantastic lier, I used to be a chronic lier when I was a kid, I'd manipulate situations to get my way. I feel incredibly ashamed now that I was such a horrible little faker, so I have swung the other way and never lie now. Which in turn has it's own problems. But I can still cry on call (not that I ever use it since no one looks hot as a puffy, leaking, monster and also because you never get anything from crying when you're an adult, now the boobies come into play.) Anyway back to the point, I hate lieing to the people I love because they get me presents that aren't me at all in most cases.
I hate Christmas because most of my extended family is dead or has adopted another family by marrying someone who's family is slightly less fucked up (but aren't they all anyway?). It also tends to be the time when people die so basically around this time, I just feel sad because I miss Ernie, Pheobe, Dossie and even sometimes Grandad. You realise that when you're older and as your extended family changes around so drastically that if you don't have old people or children around, Christmas loses most of it's tradition, spirit and becomes more of a dreading when you have to see that particular uncle you think is a gigantic loser, who still thinks you're five years old and will actually enjoy being sprayed by the hose even though this is a man I barely know, don't want to know and who I only see once a year anyway which is too frequent in my opinion.
I hate Christmas because Christmas Carols are the devil, and I have to spend hours in malls while angry, stressed out parents buy shit loads of presents for their already spoilt, fat, little spawn. Us retail assistants deserve fucking gold medals for the disgusting behaviour we put up with, and worse, even smile back at as we're treated like shit scraped off someone's shoe most of the time.
I hate Christmas because it's become something I don't enjoy much anymore. I try to but for the most part, the best bits are seeing my sister, drinking so much wine that I am too sleepy to even participate at Christmas dinner anyways and knowing that the carols are dead and buried for another 11 months.
Merry Christmas everyone.
My Essay on why I hate most parts of Christmas. By Geni.
I hate Christmas because I have this weird dislike of opening presents in front of the giver. They look at you with all this expectation that it's going to be the best present I've ever gotten ever, it's splattered all over their face and I feel all this pressure to act like it is so. I feel like a total lier, and a bad one at that. Which is ironic really since I'm a fantastic lier, I used to be a chronic lier when I was a kid, I'd manipulate situations to get my way. I feel incredibly ashamed now that I was such a horrible little faker, so I have swung the other way and never lie now. Which in turn has it's own problems. But I can still cry on call (not that I ever use it since no one looks hot as a puffy, leaking, monster and also because you never get anything from crying when you're an adult, now the boobies come into play.) Anyway back to the point, I hate lieing to the people I love because they get me presents that aren't me at all in most cases.
I hate Christmas because most of my extended family is dead or has adopted another family by marrying someone who's family is slightly less fucked up (but aren't they all anyway?). It also tends to be the time when people die so basically around this time, I just feel sad because I miss Ernie, Pheobe, Dossie and even sometimes Grandad. You realise that when you're older and as your extended family changes around so drastically that if you don't have old people or children around, Christmas loses most of it's tradition, spirit and becomes more of a dreading when you have to see that particular uncle you think is a gigantic loser, who still thinks you're five years old and will actually enjoy being sprayed by the hose even though this is a man I barely know, don't want to know and who I only see once a year anyway which is too frequent in my opinion.
I hate Christmas because Christmas Carols are the devil, and I have to spend hours in malls while angry, stressed out parents buy shit loads of presents for their already spoilt, fat, little spawn. Us retail assistants deserve fucking gold medals for the disgusting behaviour we put up with, and worse, even smile back at as we're treated like shit scraped off someone's shoe most of the time.
I hate Christmas because it's become something I don't enjoy much anymore. I try to but for the most part, the best bits are seeing my sister, drinking so much wine that I am too sleepy to even participate at Christmas dinner anyways and knowing that the carols are dead and buried for another 11 months.
Merry Christmas everyone.
I'm feeling kinda lonely about the whole Christmas thing. I reckon it's the lack of partner that is the big deal, although now that I think about it, not going to Brisbane this year to see my family is a significant bummer on things too. There'll be no Christmas dinner either.
Christmas carols are the devil. The only exception is if they are sung by Muppets. Especially Rowlf the Dog.
Everyone is growing old when it comes to this sort of thing.
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