I Offically Hate the Holiday Season

I hate the holiday season, and before I mostly attributed it to the fact that I was working with the public and hearing the Christmas songs on loop made me want to slit throats, but now I am no longer obligated to bear the public in my job, I have a greater clarity on my source of disdain for the holiday season.

  1. The extra work: Now that it is closer to the holidays, I have to cram in more work hours to finish up stuff before the end of the year. Yay? Sure I get overtime but I still have to fucking work the overtime. I have to spend more time at work and less time at home, which means less rest. Somehow a holiday which implies a distinct lack of work, ends up adding more work into my life.
  2. The extra work (I am not getting paid for): On top of spending more hours at work, when I am not at work I cannot just huddle up in my home and decompress, no I have to go back out and shop for gifts. I have to go into the crowds, listen to the Christmas music on blast, and try to figure out what gift these people probably haven’t already bought for themselves yet, what gift is the most “emotionally” significant, and trying to figure out what you are able to fit in your luggage.
  3. The travel: The day after there officially is no more work, I don’t relax. I don’t sleep in. I have to be on a stupid plane with all of the rest of the people going to see family for the holidays. It is going to be loud, my personal space is going to be violated, I can’t relax/sleep, and I can’t smash in skulls. I think it is considered rude or something.
  4. The family: For me not only will that include immediate but extended family, and the whole gift thing comes back since I don’t know who the hell is in my family and/or if they will give me the stink eye for not getting them a gift. Maybe because I don’t know you. Like you said, you haven’t seen me since I was a baby, how was I supposed to plan a gift for you? I could give you some trinkets but that is kind of obvious that I wasn’t thinking of you but just brought some junk at the gift shop and called it a day. I don’t know you, I don’t know what you like or what you want, so don’t expect a gift. Sorry. Also with family, you can’t relax either. Constantly re-meeting people who keep squealing that they haven’t seen you since you were a baby, the complete lack of a concept of personal space. Constantly telling them that you actually graduated from college, that you got a job, what you do for a job, romantic status, plans for the future, etc etc. It is a full week of being on your best behavior, showing a fake self because you don’t know anyone besides your immediate family, and being expected to bond immediately to people you only remember meeting five minutes ago. This is stressful, and pretty much the opposite of what a holiday is meant to be.
  5. Back to work: After the “holidays” people expect you to be totally rested and recharged to get back to work after a relaxing time off, except it was two weeks of stress and madness. While you are glad the holiday season is over, the holiday never seemed to happen.

Don’t get me wrong I love my family, but my idea of a great time sadly doesn’t include them or… people in general. I am with my family because it makes them happy, sure I enjoy seeing them too, but not in the same doses that they enjoy. And all of the added hassle and mess does not make this circumstance seem worth it, or appealing. If it was a small family reunion at any time besides the holiday season, I would be totally fine. I wouldn’t have had the added stress of being pushed at work, or thinking of getting off of these pointless gifts and people just pretend to enjoy but end up re-gifting or quickly shoving them to the back of the deepest drawer. Unless I really know you well, I am horrible at gifts. Actually I hate gifts. I don’t want them nor do I want to get them. Sure it is the thought that counts, but people don’t want to receive a card that says “Thinking of you.” They still want a gift they want something material they want something as a physical manifestation of how much they are worth to you. And if you don’t get something that is up to snuff for them then they think that you care for them less in some way.

So to recap the reason I hate the holiday season is the stress of work, stress of gifts, stress of travel, stress of meeting a constant string of people you don’t know and who constantly invade your personal space, and then with no real rest going to back to work where you are expected to have had a stress free holiday, which you know is a lie.


I just need to stop reading the… internet…

There are times where I just become so overwhelmed with the evidence of things that I know exist, but I just at the moment can’t handle the evidence right there in my face.

The things that are said about women, the things that are said about minorities. I just can’t handle it sometimes, and it makes me want to curl up and evaporate because I don’t want to have to deal with it. But I do. Almost everyday I see evidence of what lies just beneath some people. That the person I check out at the groceries could be one of those people who has an incredibly racist twitter account. Or that the person who gives me a pleasant smile and says “Good morning!” might under his breath call me skank and write internet posts about rape/torture of all the women he can’t have sex with in real life.

I know that these types of people aren’t the majority, but they are out there, they are fucking out there. And they aren’t stupid enough to make themselves known. They aren’t stupid by not broadcasting their views in casual conversation with the barista at Starbucks, or their cubicle neighbor at work.

They are out there and it freaks me out that I have to go out there too.



People React to Red Dawn Remake

Thank goodness I live in New York.

Twitter seems like the most vile place I have seen screenshots of. Twitter and Facebook.



People React to Red Dawn Remake

Thank goodness I live in New York.

Twitter seems like the most vile place I have seen screenshots of. Twitter and Facebook.


lol JFK did so much for civil rights, much more than any president before him


… let’s suck his dick…let’s be happy with the scraps
even though he had segregationists in his cabinet
even though he and robert tapped people’s phones
even though he listened to cracka ass cracka j Edgar Hoover about MLK
even though he used black folks to get elected

Kennedy also was crucial in blocking universal healthcare. The closest a US President has ever gotten to putting in place universal healthcare was Nixion. But for some reason Kennedy wouldn’t have that. [Link]

(Source: boygeorgemichaelbluth, via apollyptica)


Imagine if every person in Africa saw the “Africa for Norway” video and this was the only information they ever got about Norway. What would they think about Norway?

If we say Africa, what do you think about? Hunger, poverty, crime or AIDS? No wonder, because in fundraising campaigns and media that’s mainly what you hear about.

The pictures we usually see in fundraisers are of poor African children. Hunger and poverty is ugly, and it calls for action. But while these images can engage people in the short term, we are concerned that many people simply give up because it seems like nothing is getting better. Africa should not just be something that people either give to, or give up on.

The truth is that there are many positive developments in African countries, and we want these to become known. We need to change the simplistic explanations of problems in Africa. We need to educate ourselves on the complex issues and get more focus on how western countries have a negative impact on Africa’s development. If we want to address the problems the world is facing we need to do it based on knowledge and respect.

I am not going to lie, I want a Radi-aid shirt.

(Source: cleareyesandafullheart)


A chilling realization…

It is interesting that I never thought about this and I am even more surprised that a guy made this very poignant point.

On Quora there was a question asking the motivations of the participants of beauty contests. Someone made an answer, I commented talking about how it is the opposite with more other species, and then he responded with this idea:

maybe the first beauty contest were organized by the winning army to distribute the captivated females….

It is pretty scary because he is probably right.


Just some light reading for Christmas break. I have morrow textbooks to read now than when I was a student. The only difference is that the test is everyday, but at least they are all open book.

Just some light reading for Christmas break. I have morrow textbooks to read now than when I was a student. The only difference is that the test is everyday, but at least they are all open book.


Kids == Pets?

I literally had a guy suggest to me that a good test to see if I can take care of kids is if I have taken care of a pet. What a great idea. I had fish once, does that count? Yes? Awesome! I didn’t know that having and raising kids was as easy as keeping them in a confined space and throwing in food every once in a while.

If I hear the comparison between pets and having kids one more time I will vomit. I don’t want kids, I don’t especially like them around, but I am not so deluded to think that having one is similar to having a dog.

I have a friend who just loves her dog to pieces but I really doubt that she would leave her kid alone in a cage for hours if she left the house. Potty training a kid isn’t as easy as filling up a box of sand or taking them outside periodically.

You can’t just open up a can of food at set it in front of your kid and expect them to eat their fill.

People keep saying “Well if you show that you are able to take care of it and feed it, then that is a good sign that you can have a kid.” With that analogy, if you can maintain a car then you would make a great parent. I have to bring my car in for check ups, I have to fill up the gas, keep the interior clean. I am ready for parenthood apparently.

So I am admitting now that I would love to have a pet, that lived outside of a water filled glass container, probably a cat, but if I had space a big black dog would be pretty awesome too. But I will admit that I can’t take care of a child. I don’t have the emotional patience, or endurance, nor the drive.

Stop comparing kids to pets.

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