It can all be summed up as Mothereffing Christmas! The holiday that lies in wait at the end of the year and drives everyone, including me, insane. No one really recovers until January 1st. I'd boycott it, but since society at large probably won't stop celebrating it, so it'd be a pointless gesture. The way I see it, if I make it to December 25th without continually swearing under my breath or giving into my impulse to curb-stomp everybody, I deserve some kind of reward, preferably in the form of presents!
That and we have all these loud raucous get-togethers with my mom's family, which leaves me wondering, back in Cavemen days when all the relatives lived together under the same roof, was the leading cause of death in that era, murder or suicide? Again, why hasn't Hallmark created cards for isolated weirdos such as myself, cards that say, "I love you all and individually you are all nice people and I'd be very sad if something happened to any of you, but together you produce so much noise and energy I fight the urge to slam my head into a car door until it stops."
Yeah, I know I sound all angry and bitter and unpleasant, but this time of the year isn't the most wonderful time of the year if you're an isolated weirdo with mental health issues and little tolerance for people as is. That and the end of the year makes me start reviewing my failures doesn't help. The trouble is if you try to mention any of this to people, mention that there are moments when you're not a hundred percent happy, they look at you like you're some kind of mutant, the freakish kind, not the cool kind that can shoot lasers out your eyes and melt idiots.
That and there are some twelve Christmas songs and people just keep recording them over and over again. And I point the finger of blame at the Baby Boomers. As xkcd shows, most of the songs were composed/popular during the Baby Boomers' formative years, so the deluge of insipid lyrics we endure every year, is all your fault! Your fault for being such a massive, lucrative demographic, Baby Boomers!
http://www.xkcd.com/988/