It is that time again, of another enforced unundation of positivism, the tactic, "Operation Holiday Cheer". Two months of archetypal decorations and music of why we should be happy in the Dark Half of the Year. Because it is uncomfortably cold outside, we are forced inside, to the sound of another fraking rendition of "sleigh-bells", next up, "rudolph", "jingle-bells", and "all i want", all on repeat. On TV, a sterotypical "Black Sheep" find the meaning of "family" on every (?!) channel.
I am convinced this is done on purpose. We go "home" to get away from this, find nothing on TV, no relief on the radio, so we are forced to play games or read. Forced to be with people we are related to, but sure as anything are not "family"... and beating ourselves up about it. We entertain the illusion we are the ones to blame, not our abusive oder siblines or parents apathetic to how we are Vs. how the wanted "my little angel" to be when we graduated, and relatives coming who we have not see or heard from since this "Pep Persona B.S." last year. And BANG - your serving of guilt, sir/madam!
So we wear the WTF Sweater, get sick from the cold at the "Enforced Smile Pep Parade", and shovel more heart stopping, green, stringy, gelatinous, thing on our plate with a "yes please" to another fraking spoon of "whipped topping" that only because of Congress is considered a "food".
This is not a "traditional humbugery", this is a call to be Golden Mean Balanced year-round. So, if you are not happy, cease and desist your emo bullshit positivism and do something that gets you closer to no longer needing to "fake it".
I PLEDGE:
-to continue to wear black; because... "it's the new black" or some marketing b.s.
-to never add to the psycological rape via holiday music playlists, or movies.
-to never again associate with anyone who accepts or gives me a fucking fruitcake.
-to never again, at any time of year, buy from shops who does not say "Happy Holidays". Fuck your enforced "Merry Christmas" or "God Bless You". The one thing that keeps a Puritan awake and scared at night is that someone, somewhere, is happy. America is a secular, temporal, democratic republic which was never founded on religious reasons. If you have a problem with that, get out. Now.
-to, from this night forward (so, next holidays, not the impending ones) buy, wrap, and mail my gifts in July. If the recipient has no self control, it is not my fault you have nothing from me to open on XXXX-12-25.
-to decorate sensibly. To consist of a non-denominational snowflake wreath on the front-door and a few pinecones as a centerpiece on the table. Scented candles of peppermit may be burned on the window-sills, stove, and bathroom.
-that the tree will be a poster of a pre-decorated tree. I refuse to kill trees to celebrate; it is unethical. If I become really desperate (wavering from enemy actions of donation-bells and mall-santas) I will decorate any tree (on my) property with birdseed and popcorn balls.
-that the gifts I send will be gift-cards; for your sake I hope the business still exists by the time you use it. Solvancy, toxic-dbt, bankrupcy, buy-out, foreclosure, and "to fat to diet" means it may not happen.
OED
-Happy Sanity,
-My Daimon wrote it; the skin-job typed it.
I am convinced this is done on purpose. We go "home" to get away from this, find nothing on TV, no relief on the radio, so we are forced to play games or read. Forced to be with people we are related to, but sure as anything are not "family"... and beating ourselves up about it. We entertain the illusion we are the ones to blame, not our abusive oder siblines or parents apathetic to how we are Vs. how the wanted "my little angel" to be when we graduated, and relatives coming who we have not see or heard from since this "Pep Persona B.S." last year. And BANG - your serving of guilt, sir/madam!
So we wear the WTF Sweater, get sick from the cold at the "Enforced Smile Pep Parade", and shovel more heart stopping, green, stringy, gelatinous, thing on our plate with a "yes please" to another fraking spoon of "whipped topping" that only because of Congress is considered a "food".
This is not a "traditional humbugery", this is a call to be Golden Mean Balanced year-round. So, if you are not happy, cease and desist your emo bullshit positivism and do something that gets you closer to no longer needing to "fake it".
I PLEDGE:
-to continue to wear black; because... "it's the new black" or some marketing b.s.
-to never add to the psycological rape via holiday music playlists, or movies.
-to never again associate with anyone who accepts or gives me a fucking fruitcake.
-to never again, at any time of year, buy from shops who does not say "Happy Holidays". Fuck your enforced "Merry Christmas" or "God Bless You". The one thing that keeps a Puritan awake and scared at night is that someone, somewhere, is happy. America is a secular, temporal, democratic republic which was never founded on religious reasons. If you have a problem with that, get out. Now.
-to, from this night forward (so, next holidays, not the impending ones) buy, wrap, and mail my gifts in July. If the recipient has no self control, it is not my fault you have nothing from me to open on XXXX-12-25.
-to decorate sensibly. To consist of a non-denominational snowflake wreath on the front-door and a few pinecones as a centerpiece on the table. Scented candles of peppermit may be burned on the window-sills, stove, and bathroom.
-that the tree will be a poster of a pre-decorated tree. I refuse to kill trees to celebrate; it is unethical. If I become really desperate (wavering from enemy actions of donation-bells and mall-santas) I will decorate any tree (on my) property with birdseed and popcorn balls.
-that the gifts I send will be gift-cards; for your sake I hope the business still exists by the time you use it. Solvancy, toxic-dbt, bankrupcy, buy-out, foreclosure, and "to fat to diet" means it may not happen.
OED
-Happy Sanity,
-My Daimon wrote it; the skin-job typed it.
