I hate Christmas. Whenever people find this out they are simply confused and just don’t know quite how to react. Christmas use to be fun when I was little. Nate and I would always find the presents before and always knew exactly what we were getting, but Christmas morning no one would know. We were that good. My favorite year was when I found my mom’s hiding place on top of the fridge of the list of everything she had purchased for everyone and how much everything cost. I won by a long shot. For some reason I think the most is always sent on me. I wonder why that is. Probably because my parents love me the very most. The night before Christmas Eve Kenny and I would always sleep under the Christmas tree and just look up into the lights. One of the only parts of Christmas I still enjoy is lying under Christmas trees. Then waking up at four in the morning on Christmas and sneaking down and looking at everything before anyone else got up. Then pretending to go back to sleep. I see a pattern…it seems as though I just really like to know exactly what I am getting…I must not like surprises. Maybe I just show way too much through my facial expressions and this makes people feel bad, so it is really an act of service to search out all of my presents.
But the reason I don’t enjoy this season is due to the stupidness of it all…yes, it is a very mature reason. I hate how people are only nice to everyone once a year. But this is not even true. They choose who they are nice too. Have you ever worked in retail during the holiday season? Everyone is so demanding and rude and they have to have it all and they have to have it now. It makes me irratable. And sad. I don’t like being treated like I am stupid by people who didn’t think to go shopping before the last 10 days of Christmas. Stupids.
I also hate the music. I really like to have music that no one really knows. Freud would probably say this is due to the fact that I have a bad relationship with my mother or something and I need to pull away from society because of this and I do this through my need to have music no one but other awesome people know. Christmas music is the same 10 songs over and over each year. Some sleepy, some folky, some R&By…all with the same words.
Today while redoing the window at the airport for work, a fellow manager and I decided that is why I come to Jackson so often and such random times…not because of Christmas, but because I just like to be changing and pull away once I get into a groove. I get sick of Logan and move to Jackson. After 4 months in Jackson I can usually use a nice break in Logan…but as soon as I get back I long for Jackson. This is my true home. In the summer I hike and swim and raft. In the winter I get to snowboard and snowshoe and cross country ski. Plus there are barely any tourists. It is great. My fellow manager also decided that when I come back in the summer I need to find my self a sugar daddy so I can just stay in Jackson and play.
Keep your look out for any good prospects.
Peace.
