When I was at the store two days ago, I realized that I hate Christmas. It's so fake. Everyone running around looking for crap to buy for people they haven't seen in years and don't give a shit about. And this year everyone I know will be busy with people much more important than me, though they won't try to prove that some miserable aunt they haven't seen in 40 years is more important than me, as I sit here by myself yet again wondering what it's like to be part of a real family.

So I decided to be blatantly honest this year if anyone dares ask me how my holidays went. My answer will be "no, I don't have any family or friends here so I sat by myself the whole week; it was the same old crap." Shove that load of cheer up your fanny...

It was somewhere between the kids screaming for more toys as fathers and mothers yelled at them to put them back, and the literal hill of red and green colored cookies, cakes, cupcakes, etc and seeing exhausted looks on everyone's faces and the utter lack of any cheer at the check out that made me decide to find things I can live without, and it will make my end that much more pleasant.

When I die, I will not in any way miss Christmas or Thanksgiving: holidays ctreated for sheep to lie to despised relatives and be good enslaved consumers.

~e