The Most Weddingrful Time of the Year
I'm homeless for Christmas this year.
This might sound depressing to some. Well for me, it isn't. And it is. In it's own way. You see, the problem with Christmas this year is that for most of the people in my family, it isn't really about presents, joy, love, and parties related to the birth of Christ. It's mostly about presents, joy, love, and parties related to The Wedding.
Now, I've nothing against The Wedding in a personal sense, it's just that... well, it really does tend to sort of rob the spirit of Christmas. You know, the part where we all talk about peace on earth and goodwill toward men, and such? Doing good for the poor, reaching out to the Mr. Kruger types, and spending quality time with close friends next to the Christmas tree, etc... I spent two hours today wrapping candies in white tulle. Truly, I feel as though I have helped the world today.
Another thing that I find very exciting is the prospect of being far faaaar away from the people I love this Christmas, (at times more than my actual family) as I spend a collective 45 hours of my holiday in the car, 14 or more hours in heels and a mormon prom dress, and about 20 hours eating food that I wouldn't normally eat, in quantities I shouldn't, and with people I don't know. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
As for the people I will miss the most in my life this year, I think at the top of the list would have to be my car. Ah, Rojita. I never realized how much I appreciate you and the sweet sweet freedom that you offer me until now. Next would be Jake, who I need for many reasons, but a new one that I've discovered is sanity. I literally cannot be rational unless I've got someone else around who thinks I can be. When I'm treated like someone's little sister or someone's child, I'm gonna act like it dangit. I also need Janell, because she validates my ideas. Why doesn't anyone else understand what the heck I'm talking about? She does. Geez. And Olivia would help me ridicule the hilarious customs of Mormonia that I admit to being part of proudly but refuse to fully embrace. Tara's pragmatic attitude about life would also come in handy as I tackle crying fits because someone can't find their left earring. I shall also miss my bedroom, a LOT. Not only because it's got an actual bed in it, but mainly because it's mine. Mine, I tell you! All minnne.
Had a Gollum moment there. Anyway, what I'm trying to illustrate is that this Christmas is NOT like any other Christmases I have yet to experience, and so crazy crap is bound to happen. I shall attempt to keep everyone who cares posted on what goes down, yo.
Peace. (On earth, but not necessarily Goodwill to All Men)
This might sound depressing to some. Well for me, it isn't. And it is. In it's own way. You see, the problem with Christmas this year is that for most of the people in my family, it isn't really about presents, joy, love, and parties related to the birth of Christ. It's mostly about presents, joy, love, and parties related to The Wedding.
Now, I've nothing against The Wedding in a personal sense, it's just that... well, it really does tend to sort of rob the spirit of Christmas. You know, the part where we all talk about peace on earth and goodwill toward men, and such? Doing good for the poor, reaching out to the Mr. Kruger types, and spending quality time with close friends next to the Christmas tree, etc... I spent two hours today wrapping candies in white tulle. Truly, I feel as though I have helped the world today.
Another thing that I find very exciting is the prospect of being far faaaar away from the people I love this Christmas, (at times more than my actual family) as I spend a collective 45 hours of my holiday in the car, 14 or more hours in heels and a mormon prom dress, and about 20 hours eating food that I wouldn't normally eat, in quantities I shouldn't, and with people I don't know. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
As for the people I will miss the most in my life this year, I think at the top of the list would have to be my car. Ah, Rojita. I never realized how much I appreciate you and the sweet sweet freedom that you offer me until now. Next would be Jake, who I need for many reasons, but a new one that I've discovered is sanity. I literally cannot be rational unless I've got someone else around who thinks I can be. When I'm treated like someone's little sister or someone's child, I'm gonna act like it dangit. I also need Janell, because she validates my ideas. Why doesn't anyone else understand what the heck I'm talking about? She does. Geez. And Olivia would help me ridicule the hilarious customs of Mormonia that I admit to being part of proudly but refuse to fully embrace. Tara's pragmatic attitude about life would also come in handy as I tackle crying fits because someone can't find their left earring. I shall also miss my bedroom, a LOT. Not only because it's got an actual bed in it, but mainly because it's mine. Mine, I tell you! All minnne.
Had a Gollum moment there. Anyway, what I'm trying to illustrate is that this Christmas is NOT like any other Christmases I have yet to experience, and so crazy crap is bound to happen. I shall attempt to keep everyone who cares posted on what goes down, yo.
Peace. (On earth, but not necessarily Goodwill to All Men)
posted by Vandersun at
8:31 PM
2 Comments:
I'm disappointed to hear that The Wedding overtook Christmas. Perhaps there can be a little revenge in that a wedding paired with the Christmas season can only result in Christmas gifts received just a few days prior reincarnated as wedding gifts; that is, unless a wedding can count as a donation to a 501c in which case my financial adviser recommends writing checks on the 31st of December. Hopefully you won't be subjected to spare toasters for your birthday.
Yes, yes, of course neither season is about the gifts. I'm allowed to enjoy what people give me though, aren't I? Yes, I am.
May all people dutifully observe this message: thou shalt not get married on, near, or about a religious holiday season especially those during semester breaks when Vero must visit her friends to maintain sanity. I hear if Vero doesn't see Oliva at least every six months Vero gets a little crazy.
May all people also dutifully note: all important components of raiment shall be entrusted to an emotional stable, detail-oriented, grounded member of the Wedding Party who understands that these items are very important to the person designated to wear them.
Keep breathing.
If I weren't back east for Russian Orthodox Christmas I'd celebrate a mini-holiday season with you =C
PS. I miss not being able to chat with you. Allow me to cryptically mention to you a phone call from a specific person on a specific day that I hoped to but certainly could not expect to receive. ^_~
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Janell, at 11:25 PM
Cheer up Ronny. Who needs peace on earth anyway? It's way overrated. And props to you for voicing your distaste of the senseless social idiosyncrasies of the Mormon people. I too am an outcast of LDS pop culture and reject many of the social norms. I can live the standards without being a total renob. We should form a cult!
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Chippy, at 9:16 PM
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