Holidays Are for Heathens
I really don't like Christmas.
They dug it up from its grave so early this year that even its historically nauseating effect on me wore off before Thanksgiving was over. I feel as if it's come and gone. I keep waiting for them to dismantle the Union Square holiday market and take down the garlands in the store windows. Everybody else must be crazy, must be suffering from some kind of amnesia - and all the while my father text messages me with his shirt size.
Christmas is a waste of time. Especially now, when I have to study for finals. This year it's not so much that I harbor an extremely bad will towards it ... I just feel like it gets in the way. It's just fucking distracting. I can't figure out why people are so drawn to it. It has no richness. It's completely disposable. Cheap.
It has me wasting time on it still. By blogging about it when I could be nose-deep in Richard II and drowning in Spanish grammar.
They dug it up from its grave so early this year that even its historically nauseating effect on me wore off before Thanksgiving was over. I feel as if it's come and gone. I keep waiting for them to dismantle the Union Square holiday market and take down the garlands in the store windows. Everybody else must be crazy, must be suffering from some kind of amnesia - and all the while my father text messages me with his shirt size.
Christmas is a waste of time. Especially now, when I have to study for finals. This year it's not so much that I harbor an extremely bad will towards it ... I just feel like it gets in the way. It's just fucking distracting. I can't figure out why people are so drawn to it. It has no richness. It's completely disposable. Cheap.
It has me wasting time on it still. By blogging about it when I could be nose-deep in Richard II and drowning in Spanish grammar.
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