Battleangel

And it makes me sick as usual. The traditions. The food. The so called xmas spirit. Trying to outwit everyone else with gifts. Aaaargh. Not to mention everyone being so damn prissy. That is the simple reason why I am a little grumpy. I mean, this stands in conflict with my self image. It’s just not who I am. Maybe I once was. Maybe I could have been or can yet be.
Christmas is all about being with those that you love, all cosy and gentle and caring. At least according to the cliche image that everyone is selling. That is probably the number one reason for me to detest the holiday.

Lets face it. Xmas is mostly a facade. And an unhealthy one. Instead of spending time with those that you love, most spend their time with those that they hate or at best are sick and tired of … or indifferent to. Why do that? Why put yourself through that every year?
Family xmas events have never been my thing. I guess not since early childhood anyway. Back when none of us could make an active choice. And for various reasons, there is little family left to even spend time with at present. The bloodline is wearing thin, so to speak, thru treachery and petty conflict. I obviously couldn’t care less since I wouldn’t know what to do even with good relations.

So what shall I do with all this free time. How to spend the long, dark and cold days? Well, except for LOTR:ROTK …
At least this year I have broadband. It’s kind of difficult to imagine what I ever did before I got broadband. Nothing of interest I guess. I can’t really remember. How scary isn’t that?
For starters I will contemplate my academic situation and how I am to remain a student in my current field given recent complications. I.e. how I can get out of this fix with as little of an effort as possible. There is always something that has to be penned and handed in. That’s the hard currency around here. Reports, reviews and essays.
Just about the only good thing about this whole shebang is that you have time to catch up on things that you’ve put off for the entire autumn. To do those little things in life that mean so much. Like the floral arrangements that I usually do for xmas. Not because they represent anything but because I CAN make them and they are unique. It’s what grownups do when they can’t play with Lego anymore I guess. The drive to create and be different and the same. That has always been a big part of xmas for me anyway.
I’ll try to wade thru at least some of the countless movies that I’ve acquired over the last six months as well as try out a few new PC games. Also do some of those really long walks that I love to do. I wouldn’t want to miss that. Every season has its own magnificence. Even winter in all of its cold brutality.

I come to think of that Seinfeld episode where George’s darkest family secret is revealed in the form of Festivus (S9E10 / The Strike). I guess because it represents all that we loathe with xmas. It’s a brilliant parody of what the season can be like for many people. And it puts some perspective on silly traditions. The “Airing of Grievances” is all but inevitable during real life holidays.

Xmas is just two weeks off. Two carefree weeks. We could just as well call it “potato salad” instead of “Christmas”. Don’t make it into more than it really is. It doesn’t make the world a better place. Find your own rythm and forget about the lemming rush.

I would like to wish ye all a very messy xmas!

The verdict:

          (1/5)

“Like Steven Seagal at poetry recital night”.