Yesterday I spent Christmas alone and I don’t seem to see what the big deal is. My roommate felt sad for me, I didn’t. To me it was like any other day just with more interesting TV on. My mom went up to my sister’s, I wasn’t willing, and my brother is in Nebraska. My family is really having Christmas this upcoming weekend, so why should I care about yesterday? What makes it really strange to me is that think that I should be with family for Christmas think that the meaning of Christmas has been ruined in recent years. Yet the true meaning of Christmas as we have come to know it has no real tie to the date. In fact I will be getting the meaning, or what it is now, just a week later. Is it not supposed to be a celebration of the birth of Christ? Or a time to be with your family? A time to share and give? A time to be happy and joyous, or annoyed by your family? A time to be assholes in traffic or in line at the store?
Well what in any of that has to do with the 25th? I can do any of it at any time I freaking choose. Just because some Pope 2000 years ago decided it’d be on Dec. 25 in order to convert “heathen” scandinavians and germans doesn’t mean diddly to me as an individual.