This year, and in fact, every year I have Christmas with the family. Every year 10-12 people are there.
This leads me to question the meaning of Christmas. It’s been long since the days of celebrating the birth of a religious figure during Christmas. These days it’s Santa and presents and all that bullsh*t. Why do we give each other gifts during Christmas? I mean, we could instead buy ourselves whatever we wanted, couldn’t we save others and save ourselves from that Christmas stress. Every year, millions of people are stressed out around the world thinking what they should buy each other for Christmas. Why? Buy yourself whatever you f*cking want and save yourself and others from the stress…
I may sound like a pessimist, but this is really getting annoying. Every year we have that gift giving conundrum. Every f*cking year.
And in the shopping centres, Christmas starts way too early. It used to be three days long, now it is three (or more) months. They start in September (sometimes October) and end in late December (sometimes January).
For crying out loud, does this holiday have to be so damn long?
And what’s worse, there’s the way we celebrate it in this f*cking country of ours: A guy comes to your house, dressed as f*cking Santa, and to receive a present from your parents you have to perform a poem or a song to him by heart and if he doesn’t like it he can just not give you the damn present…
Last night, on Christmas Eve, I almost went mental as other people in the room didn’t like the poem I performed. I admit, it was a bit… vulgar, but for f*ck’s sake. Due to that, I was almost going to say something in the lines of “Up yours you red c*nt” to the guy, when I remembered that my relatives think of me as a polite person… Well, I am. But I can’t stand bullsh*t.
I mean it’s all way too much. It creates way too much stress – as if you didn’t have enough of it with the purchase of presents.
Merry Christmas!
