Christmas can kiss my arse.
Yes, this is a rant.
I am over it. I just want to go away somewhere and enjoy being happy. By myself. No commitments to anyone else but myself.
Why the fuck do we put ourselves through this every single year? Most of us don’t believe the belief behind it anyway. We are pushed into having Christmas by commercialism. Buy buy buy – under the pretence of caring and sharing and giving instead of receiving and it’s all bollocks.
This is the most stressful time of the year. Suicides, depression, deaths, misery, divorce, road rage, shopping rage; people generally going psycho.
Is it like one final worldly purge of karma for the year? Is a greater being sitting up there with a big-arse wooden spoon stirring extra hard at the end of the year, dredging up any unfinished business, buried secrets, anything that needs to be addressed instead of repressed?
Seriously, everything and everyone kicks into manic overdrive. I can’t take any more stress. I don’t want any more politics. I am over trying to juggle everyone else’s feelings at the expense of my own. Everyone needs to grow the fuck up.
It’s just a date on a calendar; everything else that comes with it is spewed forth by us.
If I was floating in space looking back at the earth right now I suspect it would have a grey-green tinge to it. The world is sick right now.
I can’t wait for Christmas to be done with.
