Happy Festivus for the Rest of Us!!!

'Tis the season to be jolly... and all that shit.

For some reason this year I can't get myself into the x-mas spirit. Sure I love the giving of gifts and making that special person in your life light up at the perfect gift and thought you put into your purchase, going through my closet to give away clothes and shoes to the needy, donating to charity, gathering w/ family and eating lots of food. All of the above are great... but I'm having a hard time getting into the "X-mas tree" of things.

The thought of having to string up lights in the bitter cold, let along in my cubicle, has me nauseous. I know... I sound like the figgin' Grinch. But I'm just not into all the traditional holiday shit this year. I think we go through a wavy progression in our lives. When we are kids, we are bowled over w/ the idea of a bearded man cramming his fat ass down a chimney to bring us free stuff. Then as teens/20somethings have the bitterness toward the holiday, thinking, "Damn... I can't afford to buy anyone anything good cuz I'm in college/just graduated/have a crappy job." Then, I imagine, after we all have children, we get back into it...telling the little rugrats about the fat ass coming down the chimney w/ free shit. Then when our kids are teens/20somthings we fall back out of it again, writing a check to let them spend on what they want. Though the $$$ is much appreciated, it just isn't the same. Then when we become grandparents... we have the joy of starting all over again. It is a vicious red and green cycle... with little lights that blink on and off.

I'm in phase two of the cycle. The fat-assed man in red isn't coming... he just wants me to go to Target and buy my own shit.... with my parents money.

Happy Friggin' Holidays!