Sunday, November 12, 2006

It's at times like these...

I admit it, trying to ignore Christmas is exceptionally hard. I'll admit to wanting to throw myself into the whole thing more out of a bid to distract from depression than anything else and the thought of having twinkly lights in the dark, miserable days of winter will probably be the breaking point (if it comes to that). It also occurs to me that I should clarify this blog in that I will talk about Christmas, but in reference to my attempts to give it the flick this year and see what happens.

I see all these ads where it's jolly Victorian times and they knew the true meaning of this time of year (cor blimey, Mr Scrooge, and all that) that's the Christmas I want and don't get- where people have fun, where family care and don't vanish off to work and where you come away feeling happy, content and slightly drunk. What I don't like is brats with too many toys, not being able to eat Yorkshire pudd and stuffing, my family going their separate ways (dad with face in a book all year never changes at this point and simply gets worse, mum off to work and then to her room to watch TV, older sib... well, she's a bitch, so don't go there).

I want the fairy tale. Not the stress.

Rebellion sucks. Christmas of today sucks. I suck.
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