Before i begin, Enchantress24 I LOVE your avatar!!!!!
i can't remember the last time i liked Christmas. I used to. I used to be super active in the Christmas bullshit. I did musicals and plays and all types of shit. The family would get together and fight and it would be great.
and then all of that stopped.
Christmas became a dreaded holiday where i'm subject to the scrutiny of people that are supposed to care about me but don't. Instead of thinking about gifts and food, i'm worried about how my weight has changed since the last time i was subject to them. No matter how much smaller, it was never good enough.
Then for a while in College Christmas got really cool again... i'd left my "Blood" family behind and pretty much got taken in by my best friend from high school's parents. They love me dearly like their own and always will and i'm once again lucky to have such people (no doubt without them i would not have lived this long).
But the last few years have been a little different the economy makes things like gifts and travel and all that harder. Last year i got to be with family, but it was bittersweet as so much of the family i was used to seeing around the holidays weren't there. (they'd just moved to oregon leaving me and my cousin feeling quite abandoned as we both lived with them before they moved away). But at least i had my cousin (and the rest of that family that was still down there.)
This year i'm stuck 8 hours away from my cousin, and 12 hours away from the family in Oregon, and 4 and 2 hours away from my Blood sisters, the only blood relation i have any sort of a decent relationship with at all. I don't get to see anyone. I have less than a dime to my name and haven't even managed to pay rent yet (i hate the system).
This season is driving me batty. Already super depressed around this season, this year i feel like the universe is fucking with me. the house i live in is COVERED in Christmas decorations, every other fuckin' commercial is about the "season." everyone's making plans to be with loved ones.... and i'm going to sit at home alone. Such a deal was fine for me on Thanksgiving, but i find that i'm not ok with it now. I guess there is still a part in me that does love the idea of chrismas and pines for a happy one once more... one where i can relax and actually not care weather or not people are thinking shit about me.
that seems so far away.