I don’t know how anyone out there feels about the Christmas Season, I hate it. Well, I did. I have made my mind up that I’m going to anymore.
Here’s a bit of history of why I hate X-mas (X=christ in Greek, the language not the elitist university separatist).
1. my grandfather died back in 1991.
2.my cousin Jerry negative comments about the gift we got him
3. Jerry drooling for his 300 bucks grandma gave and then when didn’t get it one year got mad. Asshole!
4. my grandmother back in 2000
5. Had a throw down with uncles family about the estate ( mainly my aunt is a childish selfish bitch and my uncle is a coward that lets her do what she wants no matter who it hurts)
After all that I shut down and decided I would never celebrate Christmas again. I don’t have many positive memories of it. However, that is just another way to run away from something painful. It makes you feel strong and in control but you aren’t. You are being control by fear in disguise.
So last year at Christmas time I decided to make new positive memories. I bought five toys and gave them to Toys for Tots. This year I’m doing the same thing but I’m also planning on volunteering somewhere maybe at a kitchen on the holiday. Since it’s just my mom and moi, we have decide that this is something that we’ll do. Yay, we’re gettin’ our volunteer on!
