“Nothing is interesting if you’re not interested. ” ~Helen MacInness
The Roommate (showing me new ornaments): What do you think of these? Aren’t they cool? How about these?
Me: Oh…those are fine. (goes back to clacking away on the keyboard)
You really get into Christmas don’t you?
The Roommate: Yes. I love Christmas. Don’t you?
Me: It’s fine.
The Roommate (mocking me with attitude and all): ‘It’s fine’. ‘Whatever’. ‘I mean I guess I’ll celebrate it if I HAVE TO’
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I knew there was something wrong when while rearranging my Netflix queue I opted for the second season of Big Love and Sleepers over Home Alone and The Santa Clause. Or maybe it was the way I became fake ill at the thought of another damn cookie. Or maybe it was when I started to call sugar cookies “Motherfucking cookies”. For who in right sound of mind and body looks at chocolate like it’s been infested with bird poop? Me! That’s who. While The Spirit of the season has made it’s way into the hearts and minds of all who surround me, it seems to have taken a hop, skip and jump right over me but landed squarely in my neighbor’s lap. It’s awkward and somewhat painful to watch everyone else embrace the joy of the season – even my Jewish brethren who listens to O, Holy Night as sung by Christina Augilera at top volume – and don their gay apparel while I channel my inner goth and wear studded jewelry. It isn’t that bad, but my god, never before have I found this season to be such a pain in the ass. A nuisance and feeling forced into cheer and red outfits and to eat cookies MADE PURELY OF SUGAR.
Tomorrow evening – that is if the weather cooperates – we are scheduled to have holiday festivities. I will make eggnog with more rum than egg. People will come in and bring a little cold air with them with hats and hair wet with snow. They’ll rub their hands together and stand near our fire and if they’re friends with me, they’ll be more than willing to double fist their eggnog with a goblet of wine. It is my hope that tomorrow puts a spark under my ass and gets me singing along to Carol of the Bells all high pitched and out of tune and shit. If not, well then, at least there will be presents next Thursday no matter what kind of piss poor mood I am in.
I’d end this with a hearty ‘Bah humbug’ but that’s too much of a cliché.
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Get your ass to church.
Oh, and if church doesn’t work then just stick with the rum.
I prefer Halloween and Thanksgiving. Like the weather better, the food better, really most everything.
I think there’s just too much pressure on Christmas to be perfect. The holiday gives me a headache.
double fisting eggnog.. thats some serious stuff there
No! There’s nothing wrong with not choosing Santa Clause or Home Alone for your Netflix queue during this season. Those movies are always on TV for free, why would anyone in their right mind pay to rent them?
I just realized that part of my doldrums is due to the whole party thing and me without any of my friends nearby to invite. I have a few friends here but not like in DC or anything and it makes me monumentally sad. And now I’m sitting here across from my roommates not so nice and unfriendly friend and it makes things that much sadder.
So yeah…Ultimate sad face right now.
When I saw the title I totally thought this was going to be about the Spirit, that movie that comes out on Christmas with all the killing and the shooting…
But you are definitely not the only person who doesn’t get into the holidays- I especially hate the forced family fun time with family you don’t really like.
i think nog is swedish for EXTRA rum.
I’ve been very ho hum about the holidays this year too and I’m not sure why. I got my shopping done early, all online. And they are currently STILL in the boxes they came in, sitting in front of the front door.
And I’m not sure what my deal is. I blamed my lack of Thanksgiving excitement on the new job. A month and a half in, I don’t think that’s a reason now.
I’m hoping that seeing my niece and nephews get all excited on Christmas day will put me in the spirit.
Until then, MORE RUM, I say!
The More *INSERT RUM HERE* The Merrier!
Sometimes the spirit of Christmas is just a little slow in catching up with the festivities. Hopefully it will hit you in full force next week.
For Christmas I wish you peace in your heart, that lasts all year through.
TOTALLY FEEL YOU ON THIS.
I wish I didn’t, but I do.
I think being in the Christmas spirit, if you even care to be, is probably a conscious choice like anything else. I expected it to swoop in and sweep me up, but nope. I probably needed to proactively start caring around mid-November.
I have to agree with Momo Fali on the church deal. Probably on the rum, too
If you can find a kids’ pageant going on, even better. Find someone who is worse off than you and do something to help them (this is even better if you can do it in secret). Christmas is about giving; find a way to celebrate the greatest gift ever. I mean, aside from the gift of your words, which I look forward to every day.
I asked Kristin last night if she thought you’d be willing to share your A-fucking-mazing eggnog recipe… she told me to ask you when you’re sober, and I might have a relatively decent chance.
So, consider reading this anytime you’re sober…
Ok, here’s the eggnog recipe: http://nopasanada.org/2007/12/05/eggnog-its-not-two-words-by-the-way/
Christmas brings a lot of pressure and family and other things that suck the “holiday spirit” right out of me. I think I’d be more into it if it snowed. Am looking fwd to it being over. Also: would absolutely double fist Nog and Wine!
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