Tejas & Christmas
Saturday I leave for Texas. I am so excited. This city is whippin my ass lately and I am ready to go back to whence I came from. But not for good.
I hate Christmas. Loathe it, really. Bad things have always happened around Christmas or on it to be exact. This is sad because my most fond memory ever was @ Christmas time.
I am definately in the wrong place for someone that does not care for Christmas. Everybody wants to be in New York for Christmas. I used to want to be in New York for Christmas. This city thrives on it. The windows, the tree, the singing, the ice skating, the pretty bows on the pretty packages, the happy couples shopping, the tourists in a perpetual state of lost (and always in front of me) and all the fucking holiday cheer. This place eats, drinks, sleeps, and shits Christmas. I am so fed up. I am queezed.
The human race should always be so charitable, cheery, giving and thoughtful all year long. Now, don't get me wrong. I am all for celebrating the birth of Jesus, but why does it have to be so commercial. The true meaning is all but a distant memory after the thought of the big sale at Macy's.
I will not give up. No, I won't. Someday I will have a decent Christmas again. And I will keep decorating, cooking, shopping and giving bums my change even though I know they are faking it until then and forever more.
I do have several things to look forward to after Texas:
1. A New Job
2. Writing is coming along
3. 3 Week European vacation with some cheap airfares to St. Petersburg, Berlin, Luxor, Florence and Paris. Plus London and Reyjavik. Plus some other cool stuff.
4. That's about it really.
I hate Christmas. Loathe it, really. Bad things have always happened around Christmas or on it to be exact. This is sad because my most fond memory ever was @ Christmas time.
I am definately in the wrong place for someone that does not care for Christmas. Everybody wants to be in New York for Christmas. I used to want to be in New York for Christmas. This city thrives on it. The windows, the tree, the singing, the ice skating, the pretty bows on the pretty packages, the happy couples shopping, the tourists in a perpetual state of lost (and always in front of me) and all the fucking holiday cheer. This place eats, drinks, sleeps, and shits Christmas. I am so fed up. I am queezed.
The human race should always be so charitable, cheery, giving and thoughtful all year long. Now, don't get me wrong. I am all for celebrating the birth of Jesus, but why does it have to be so commercial. The true meaning is all but a distant memory after the thought of the big sale at Macy's.
I will not give up. No, I won't. Someday I will have a decent Christmas again. And I will keep decorating, cooking, shopping and giving bums my change even though I know they are faking it until then and forever more.
I do have several things to look forward to after Texas:
1. A New Job
2. Writing is coming along
3. 3 Week European vacation with some cheap airfares to St. Petersburg, Berlin, Luxor, Florence and Paris. Plus London and Reyjavik. Plus some other cool stuff.
4. That's about it really.
posted by Wigwam at 2:54 PM
2 Comments:
I feel you on the whole Christmas issue. It is way over commericalized. sp?
ANyway, I am so excited for you! THat sounds like a fabulous trip and I can't wait to hear your tales. If you have any time when your home, send a bulletin. You know we'll all come see you! Love to you & the kitties! Stay warm!
I wish i had been in NY for Christmas with you, you know we would have made it what it should be.
Love you and happy you are visiting home xx
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