Lately I’ve been feeling a bit at a loss. Like I don’t have much to say.
Which is probably more than a little ironic, seeing as one of my main complaints these days is that I don’t have enough people to talk to.
This should solve that problem, right? To just blather out everything I think in the middle of the world.
It doesn’t. It doesn’t make sense to me.
Anyway, I wrote that whole other post about getting into the holiday spirit…but the truth is I haven’t. I love the tree and I love the time off that my family will have soon, but I haven’t gotten into the whole present/gift/happy buying spirit yet.
I haven’t bought the first present yet.
ISN’T THAT AWFUL?
Shameful. I know. It is.
There are people on my Facebook and Twitter and wherever else who have been buying gifts and planning since September.
Josh and I traditionally wait until Christmas Eve.
I don’t see that changing this year.
And what’s worse, one of the main reasons I wait so long every year is that I just damn despise most people. We went in WalMart the night we put up the Christmas tree, and after the fourth person ignored Lucy’s, “Hi! Hi! Hi!” and the second old lady stood UNDER OUR ELBOWS at the checkout, I turned to Josh and said, “Oh my god I fucking HATE CHRISTMAS.”
I know. It’s harsh. But sweet Moses, what happened to grace? Manners? Decency? Personal space? Isn’t this the season of good will and brotherly love and all that shit?
I know I don’t exactly sound like the poster child for any of those things…but here in Baptist Town should it be me?
So anyway, this week is Christmas. Shop local. Be nice.
Ho ho ho.