holidaze

My old, imaginary friends already know this but here it is for my newer imaginary friends: I hate holidays. It's gotten worse as I've gotten older. Perhaps my grumpy old lady routine is slightly ahead of schedule in terms of my age, but so be it.

The thing is, I really don't love parties. Occasionally I enjoy them but it's seldom. The thing about parties is, there's always a weird, awkwardness... Then a few meaningless pleasantries are exchanged. Small talk, yet another delight, is encouraged and (let's face it) required. There are introductions and the standard array of "pretending to get to know you questions." We know the questions. God help you if you find yourself asking them.... "What do you do?" Just once, for the record, I will state that what you do is not who you are. There. I'm glad to get that out of my system. I'd much prefer to kick off my shoes, sit on the floor in clothes I am comfy in, and say "So... what do you really like? Are you passionate about anything any more? How is it that you came to be here...at this moment in time?" Most would run away screaming....which would suit me fine. I guess I'm more interested in a few quality conversations than hours of surface stuff with people I'll never see again. Occasionally you might find a few people you enjoy or get involved in an activity that is pleasant, but then, it's late and it's time to leave. Why can't we skip the beginning part and just get right to the fun --if there's any to be had?! As I often say, does the fun ever start?!

Ah well... This post is about holidays. What I've learned recently is that holidays are parties where you don't invite people you like. You invite people you share DNA and/or history with. These people come with baggage. And if one of them acts like an ass, you can't throw them out of the "party" or you'll be the ass who threw Grandma out on Thanksgiving day. Imagine my joy to know that there's another special occasiona right around the corner.

Oh crap... I was supposed to throw in some random big word in my post to make it fit the blog's theme. Well, too late now. Let's just go with "anathema". It's like abomination and bane, only slightly less trite.