Let me know when Christmas is over

Before I go to bed I thought I might post some random thoughts. My winamp playlist is spinning the most non Christmas themed music. I've got nothing hung up near my room or in my room to remind me of Christmas and up until Tuesday I've avoided with succession the mall. But after a meeting with the Dyron at the local Starbucks at Glenmore landing. I decided that a quick visit to the mall might be a good way to kill sometime before I had to go and do some emerge stuff at school. BAD IDEA! If I couldn't be label more of a Grinch then I am already. I've decided at around 1pm on a sunny Tuesday afternoon that I officially hate Christmas. It is official people I completely and utterly hate Christmas. Yes I know hate is a harsh word. But I've got to use the word. I usually hate using the word hate, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. (Yew... I've used it twice in one sentence) But there is no way to describe how I feel more than that.

I walked around the mall hitting up the usual shopping destinations. I browse amongst the crowd and did a bit of people watching. I trampled and squished all these fries that covered the food court floor. I chuckled out loud, as I let out a big YUCK sound amongst the lineup in front of the A&W lineup. But I realize amidst all the people, the shopping and the fake facade of the holiday spirit that will last up until midnight of December 25th. Because you know as soon as boxing day hits, people will forget the politeness of the spirit of Christmas and spew F U's, because they thought they owned that freaking parking spot at Market Mall. I am sick of the material part of Christmas, the "you have to be happy cause its the happiest time of the year" attitude and what bugs me the most is the question that everyone asks and even I fall victim to it at times just so I can use it during small talk. "So what are you doing for Christmas?" Well let me tell you I'm going to sail the cook islands and then find a remote beach plant my Christmas tree build a fire and spend time with the local unwrapping gifts and singing Christmas songs... I'm going to dinner, get full, spend some time with family and go to bed early so I can work and feed the need to those who need to go grocery shopping on boxing day. (F!!!!)

You can call me bitter. You can call me the GRINCH. You can call me what you want. Maybe an idiot? (I'm still waiting anonymous) Just let me know when Christmas is over... Cause I can't wait to get back to the old grind. There are far better things to look forward to for me. And one of them is not Christmas.

Peace y'all. I hope you all enjoy your Christmas. I will to a extent. See ya in the new year.