The Great Gatsby doesn't put cookies out for Santa Clause
I'm lucky to have a job that requires me to work most of the holidays now. After 5 yrs of Architectural school and 14 years in the field, I took a no stress job at Home Depot, its great so far. I almost took a job in a supermarket. My therapist thought that was a passive agressive attack on my elitist wife.
I hate having to feign happiness on Christmas morning opening presents. Its always such a preasure filled day for me. Invariably someone will say "whats wrong, don't you like your presents" or "cheer up" or "your bringing everyone down, stop pouting". Its disgusting watching my wife and brother in law opening up the approximately 40 presents each my mother in law spoils them with and I insist on only getting a few. I remember the first Christmas with my wife in 1990 when she opened up over $8,000 dollars worth of cloths. I know they cost that much because they left the price tags on. When I was growing up my dad didn't make much money and had 4 kids to support, so sometimes I only got a picture of my Christmas or birthday present and then my Mom would spend the rest of the day crying about it. Usualy I just go in another room when my wife's family comes over and read softwear books (that prevents any conversation about what I am reading).
Sometimes my wife will make some crack about what a charming host I am. I tell her I'm kind of like the great Gatsby when it comes to party's. My house is big so my wife invites up to thirty people over and I retreat to another part of the house and don't speak to any of them.
Sometimes if I'm pressured into conversation I will bring up something apocalyptic I read in a book or on the internet. I think I probably have the same effect on our parties as the guy that sits in the endzone at football games with the "John:3-16" sign when they go for a field goal or extra point. That guy isn't being appocalyptic though, but most people think he is.
The real meaning of Christmas is the birth of Christ. I reflect on that as the others gorge at the trough of materialism and throw up and go back for seconds and thirds and forths and never get full. The fact that my neighbor said he was Santa Clause and was giving me a present when he pulled me into his tool shed and forced his penis into my mouth until I cried doesn't really affect me more on Christmas, because I never believed he was Santa Clause anyway. Sometimes I think of the "funny picture" that used to hang in my parents house that was taken by a man wearing a Santa Clause suit when I was kindergarten age because I am making a face latching my mouth shut because I didn't want "Santa Clause's present".
When everyone is uproariously happy on Thanksgiving or CHristmas, it reminds me of how miserable I am and I can't even fake it, even though I think my crisis is over. I try to remember the beatitudes: "happy are the poor in spirit, for thiers is the kingdom of heaven". This misery we all have is temporary, it wont last forever. That is the message of Christmas and the reason to rejoice on that day no matter how unhappy you are.
If some of you don't like me because I quote scripture, I don't care. I remember this: "Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you."
happy holidays
Les_Angry
I hate having to feign happiness on Christmas morning opening presents. Its always such a preasure filled day for me. Invariably someone will say "whats wrong, don't you like your presents" or "cheer up" or "your bringing everyone down, stop pouting". Its disgusting watching my wife and brother in law opening up the approximately 40 presents each my mother in law spoils them with and I insist on only getting a few. I remember the first Christmas with my wife in 1990 when she opened up over $8,000 dollars worth of cloths. I know they cost that much because they left the price tags on. When I was growing up my dad didn't make much money and had 4 kids to support, so sometimes I only got a picture of my Christmas or birthday present and then my Mom would spend the rest of the day crying about it. Usualy I just go in another room when my wife's family comes over and read softwear books (that prevents any conversation about what I am reading).
Sometimes my wife will make some crack about what a charming host I am. I tell her I'm kind of like the great Gatsby when it comes to party's. My house is big so my wife invites up to thirty people over and I retreat to another part of the house and don't speak to any of them.
Sometimes if I'm pressured into conversation I will bring up something apocalyptic I read in a book or on the internet. I think I probably have the same effect on our parties as the guy that sits in the endzone at football games with the "John:3-16" sign when they go for a field goal or extra point. That guy isn't being appocalyptic though, but most people think he is.
The real meaning of Christmas is the birth of Christ. I reflect on that as the others gorge at the trough of materialism and throw up and go back for seconds and thirds and forths and never get full. The fact that my neighbor said he was Santa Clause and was giving me a present when he pulled me into his tool shed and forced his penis into my mouth until I cried doesn't really affect me more on Christmas, because I never believed he was Santa Clause anyway. Sometimes I think of the "funny picture" that used to hang in my parents house that was taken by a man wearing a Santa Clause suit when I was kindergarten age because I am making a face latching my mouth shut because I didn't want "Santa Clause's present".
When everyone is uproariously happy on Thanksgiving or CHristmas, it reminds me of how miserable I am and I can't even fake it, even though I think my crisis is over. I try to remember the beatitudes: "happy are the poor in spirit, for thiers is the kingdom of heaven". This misery we all have is temporary, it wont last forever. That is the message of Christmas and the reason to rejoice on that day no matter how unhappy you are.
If some of you don't like me because I quote scripture, I don't care. I remember this: "Blessed are you when they revile and persecute you, and say all kinds of evil against you falsely for My sake. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, for great is your reward in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you."
happy holidays
Les_Angry