Well,
here’s my big chance to write something and I don’t know what the hell to write
about. I could write about how stupid
Christmas is, but who the fuck cares about that? As with pretty much everything, you either
like Christmas, you don’t like Christmas, or you don’t give a fuck about
Christmas. I fall into the latter 2
categories. I do, however, have a theory
that I might as well lay on you.
Christmas falls a few days after the Winter Solstice. At least it does here. My friends in Australia had never seen snow
and Christmas shows up right when the weather’s getting good and fuckin
hot. They’re still singing about White
Christmas and Frosty the Snowman and all that shit though. But fuck them. I’ve got Northern Hemisphere pride. We’re on TOP!
Is that our slogan? If it is, we
should change it cos that kinda sucks.
Anyway,
my goddam theory is that winter is cold, dark and miserable. That’s actually not a theory. It's just the way it is. Winter is indeed cold, dark and
miserable. Unless you live somewhere
where it isn’t, but if you do then I’m sure you have other problems. But yeah, winter sucks and just as it kicks
in a lot of folks get depressed, begin thinking about killing themselves and/or
their families. So, just as a reminder
to everybody to not get all freaked out and do something terrible, we have a
holiday that just about everybody seems to celebrate even if they think that
Christianity is a crock of shit. They
give each other things, they receive gifts from others. They eat a bunch of food with people they
love. They’re prompted to keep in mind
that they love people, that people love them, that just cos it’s dark at 4 in
the afternoon and it’s 5 degrees out that they shouldn’t do anything rash,
shouldn’t turn to permanent solutions to temporary problems.
This
can easily backfire, and I’m certain that it does. Fuckers realize that nobody cares about
them. Then they blow the rent money
trying to buy crap for people that they decide that they don’t even really know. A box shows up from some schmuck you haven’t
seen in 5 years, containing a V-neck sweater that you’ll never wear. And a goddam fruitcake, which is the lamest
joke of the holiday season. Everybody
knows that fruitcake sucks, nobody wants to fuckin eat it, yet there it is anyway. It’s like mailing somebody a dog turd and
snickering about it when they thank you for it.
I think. I’ve never actually
mailed anybody a dog turd nor have I been present when somebody unwrapped one
under the mistletoe, but I can imagine.
That’s actually a good cheap gift idea for anybody who was thinking
about buying a fruitcake and standing in line with it at the post office for an
hour. Be festive. Spray paint it red and green.
That’s
another thing, Christmas ruined red and green.
Those are the only two complimentary colors on the color wheel that
actually compliment one another. Blue
and orange look pretty awful together.
Purple and yellow are even worse.
I’m a Minnesota Vikings fan but purple and yellow look like shit
together. But green and red look okay. Only now if I wear green jeans and a red
t-shirt I look like Santa’s little helper or something so I don’t wear that
combo if I’m paying attention. If
looking like an elf at the North Pole is the worst thing that happens to me in
a day though, I’m doing pretty good.
OK. I think that this is about
enough of this. Or if you’re still
reading this bullshit then you can think to yourself: That’s about enough of that.
I really don't give a fuck about Christmas either. However, I do celebrate solstice, because the sun stays out longer and that makes me happy. It's good too because the consumeristic nature of this time of year makes me want to smack people across the face. Happy Holidays Kevin ;)
ReplyDeleteSanta's little helper..I LOL on that one n
ReplyDeleteHey Gail you're not living on the wrong side of the tracks areya? Actually I don't think it matters cos winter solstice is winter solstice, and that's the shortest day of the year. But whatever. Happy holidays to you and yours as well.
ReplyDeleteNice rant! Good stuff.
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