I'm going to beat the drum, bah-rump-apum-pum pum pum
I'm not sure what it is that drives my into a funk at Christmas - moody, depressed, angry. Maybe it's the 5 (yes five) dysfunctional families that I will spend my time visiting. Some sort of strange obligation I feel to go and see these people. To pretend that things are all okay and that seeing them is nice. All of this despite that fact that at no one place can every member of even one of the family actually get together. They don't all like each other and someone is always excluded or excludes themselves.
I can't stand the excess that is consumerism on speed and steroids. Isn't it odd that - even in our consumption based society - our retail complex relies on fucking Christmas for something ridiculous like 40% of its annual business?
Why do people feel compelled to purchase gifts for me? Mindless gifts that simply prove that they really don't know me very well or my tastes and my needs? Buy to buy! Buy some more!
I could go on but I might depress myself even further. It does feel good to get it out.
I'm not sure what it is that drives my into a funk at Christmas - moody, depressed, angry. Maybe it's the 5 (yes five) dysfunctional families that I will spend my time visiting. Some sort of strange obligation I feel to go and see these people. To pretend that things are all okay and that seeing them is nice. All of this despite that fact that at no one place can every member of even one of the family actually get together. They don't all like each other and someone is always excluded or excludes themselves.
I can't stand the excess that is consumerism on speed and steroids. Isn't it odd that - even in our consumption based society - our retail complex relies on fucking Christmas for something ridiculous like 40% of its annual business?
Why do people feel compelled to purchase gifts for me? Mindless gifts that simply prove that they really don't know me very well or my tastes and my needs? Buy to buy! Buy some more!
I could go on but I might depress myself even further. It does feel good to get it out.
no one ever buys me anything. that doesn't really bother me so much. it's just that every year i only ask for one thing from my mom, and every year that's the one thing i don't get. i'm always stuck getting underwear and stupid bulky black sweaters... every year. never fails. i'd rather not get anything at all. actually, i hate getting gifts from my family all together. they really don't know me at all. and that depresses me.
i also hate shopping for my family. they have everything cause they're always buying shit for themselves. and the things they don't have, i can't afford.