Wednesday, December 17, 2003
That annual holiday panic is starting to kick in. I woke up yesterday with a numbing fear taking over my body. Don't worry, it happens every year about this time. Between the end-of-year deadlines (usually I have to do more work in a smaller period of time) and the holiday shopping that I've barely had time to think about, let alone start, my mind starts to panic. It's not a pleasant feeling, so I'm sure you can easily understand why I dread the holidays.
Things were a little better today when I awoke, but that panic is still in the back of mind. If there was any way to skip the Christmas holidays and go right to January, you can bet I'd do it. I haven't enjoyed Christmas since I was a little kid, and over the past several years, I've tried to ignore the holidays more and more. Of course, that only makes it worse, as I constantly get rude awakenings wherever I go. The malls are filled with festive music and decorations galore. Some Toronto radio stations have switched to Christmas music 24/7. And of course, friends and relatives have decorated their homes, play Christmas tunes on their stereos and wish me and everyone around them a merry Christmas. Here at Chez Talbot, Jacquie has thrown up a bajillion decorations and plays Christmas music pretty much every day or every other day now. Me, I hide in the basement in the hopes that if I ignore Christmas, it will just go away. (Sadly, it has not worked yet.)
People around me know I hate the holidays but don't understand it. They seem to ignore it and continue to try to get me into the so-called "Christmas spirit." That just pisses me off, and I usually end up telling a few people off around this time of year. The only thing that really lets me survive the latter half of December is my brother Sean's birthday. It lets me take my mind off the fucked up things going on around me and reminds me that I have a brother who is going to want to have a couple of drinks after his birthday dinner (however, brutal reality quickly sets in again when I remember that my brother drinks sissy drinks *sigh*).
Bah humbug.
Things were a little better today when I awoke, but that panic is still in the back of mind. If there was any way to skip the Christmas holidays and go right to January, you can bet I'd do it. I haven't enjoyed Christmas since I was a little kid, and over the past several years, I've tried to ignore the holidays more and more. Of course, that only makes it worse, as I constantly get rude awakenings wherever I go. The malls are filled with festive music and decorations galore. Some Toronto radio stations have switched to Christmas music 24/7. And of course, friends and relatives have decorated their homes, play Christmas tunes on their stereos and wish me and everyone around them a merry Christmas. Here at Chez Talbot, Jacquie has thrown up a bajillion decorations and plays Christmas music pretty much every day or every other day now. Me, I hide in the basement in the hopes that if I ignore Christmas, it will just go away. (Sadly, it has not worked yet.)
People around me know I hate the holidays but don't understand it. They seem to ignore it and continue to try to get me into the so-called "Christmas spirit." That just pisses me off, and I usually end up telling a few people off around this time of year. The only thing that really lets me survive the latter half of December is my brother Sean's birthday. It lets me take my mind off the fucked up things going on around me and reminds me that I have a brother who is going to want to have a couple of drinks after his birthday dinner (however, brutal reality quickly sets in again when I remember that my brother drinks sissy drinks *sigh*).
Bah humbug.
// posted by Chris @ 10:52 AM 
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