Fuck you, Holiday
Season. Yep, I said it. (Oh the horror!) And because it felt so good to say it once,
I'm gonna say it again. Fuck you,
Holiday Season.
Fuck your fucking
holiday themed commercials, your glossy magazine adverts showing family members
coming together over carols and eggnog and your goddamned fucking jewelry
commercials. Ohmygod. The jewelry store commercials! One would think everyone in the world is getting
engaged over the holidays.
Ok, I'm bitter. I'm usually bitter during the holiday season,
but this year… I'm ready to take hostages.
The holiday season is considered the most romantic season of the year; it's
filled with nostalgia, images of family togetherness, fireplaces adorned with hanging
stockings, snuggles with your husband/wife/boyfriend/girlfriend/lover/life
partner under a blanket in front of a fire.
And why wouldn't it be considered the most romantic season of the year? Everywhere you look the entire town is decorated
in flattering mood-lighting. Rude.
So why am I
bitter? Because those romantic images serve
as promises that are, year after year, unfulfilled. Because, godddamn it, I already went to the jewelry store this
year and bought a fucking engagement ring.
Because I was promised a romantic holiday season by my fiancé who then stole
my sweet, yet fragile heart and replaced it with the cold, black, dead one that
currently pumps venom through my veins. Because
as New Year's Eve fast approaches, I find myself in a mad rush to find a date
and to get a midnight kiss. And because
I know that as quickly as the holiday season has come, it will soon pass and I
will find that this single girl's other
dreaded holiday is banging down my door… Motherfucking Valentine's Day.
So how does an
embittered single girl survive the holiday season? I'm fucked if I know but here's what I plan to do/not do:
I will not find solace
in alcohol, and I will not get inebriated at parties and make a total fool of
myself.
I will not drink alone.
Much as I'd like to
try, I will not completely ignore Christmas and New Year's.
Even if it is my natural tendency to do so, I will
not isolate myself.
Though I still miss and love my ex girlfriend
(despite my best efforts to quash those feelings), I will carry through these
holidays with my dignity in tact. Read:
I will not drunk text, drunk dial or send drunken emails to my ex girlfriend.
I will give in,
acknowledge the holiday season for what it is, put my game face on, celebrate
these wretched holidays with friends and family and suck it up, even if all I want to do is park my
fat ass on the couch and cry to myself while snuggled up with my two furry
monsters.
And lastly, I won't
give in to the thinking that being single during the holiday season is the end
of the world. Because, despite all of
Kay's, Jared's and Zales' evil master plan to convince me otherwise, the
holiday season is not about whether or not I have a girlfriend or fiancé. It's about acknowledging the blessings that I
do have in my life, and not giving
into the black hole that threatens to consume me every day because of what I've
lost in the past year.
As someone whose family should be taken out to a remote site, shot, tossed into a pit and dirt shoveled on whether they are dead or not, you are missing a golden opportunity here to enjoy the holidays however YOU want with no compromises.
ReplyDeleteThat said, eff Christmas and the camel it rode in on.