I wish we could all just admit that Christmas sucks so much for so many people. It’s the official holiday of shoulds. These voices from tv ads and that invisible jerk that lives in our head keep reminding us that family should be together, people we love should be here with us and not dead, far away or estranged, we should give wonderful gifts, our wishes should have come true, we should be surrounded with surplus, perfection and beauty and should feel jolly, peaceful, merry and bright.
Fuck that. I want to write a Christmas card to everyone that says, “I hope you have a Decembertime you can tolerate until sunlight and cultural sanity are restored. I hope there are a few random little things that get you through: Batman reruns, a walk by yourself in the morning before all the assholes wake up, a neighbor’s smiling dog, Chinese take-out, Clonazepam and a 5 dollar bill that you find in the pocket of a coat you haven’t worn since last year.”