I’ve got quite some things to confess, especially since we had a rather remarkable Thursday night, but I will not be confessing all my sins and mistakes here. There is one thing though I want to tell – maybe someone around here feels the same way. Let’s share our dolour!

You know, today is the 1st of December and people start to freak out with delightful decoration. Christmas trees, small, coloured lights and so on suddenly appear everywhere, and magazines start talking about how to dress during the Christmas dinner or New Year’s Eve. I didn’t realize it until I felt a sudden distaste turned up when seeing this stuff. I was casually reading a magazine and I saw all these things about The Holidays, and I stopped reading. I put the magazine away. I realized I don’t like this period. In fact, I start to hate it.
I mean, everyone seems to make a big deal out of Christmas and New Year’s Eve, but I think they’re overrated. You should celebrate Christmas with your family, but in fact I don’t know my entire family well enough to spend hours and hours with them, waiting for food of some kind. And New Year’s Eve isn’t that special at all. Last year, we were on a bus at 12:00 pm, and that was the best New Year’s Eve I’ve had so far. It was unexpected, everyone was kind, we saw all the fireworks. That was enough. The parties that night aren’t any better or more special than at other times. Why would that night be better than others? I’ve had some great nights already, on the most random days.
It’s like obligatory fun, but mostly I feel a bit lost during these days. Sometimes I’d rather hide and wait until it’s over. Everyone makes such a big deal out of it, and I wonder why… Plus: I’m not catholic, and I know most people here aren’t, so they just take Christmas as an excuse for presents and too much food. (Though some people also might like to spend time with their family of course.) I don’t need any presents, I won’t buy presents either. That’s the best way to avoid Christmas songs as well…

Next to that, this period is filled with dropping temperatures and darkness and snow perhaps. The best circumstances to hide, right? Maybe I can spend those days in my bed, thinking away the world or something. A cup of hot tea every now and then, and I’ll be just fine. No need to dress up for a party that will probably suck, no hours spent waiting for the next dish though you’re not hungry anymore. It’s fine for me to celebrate Christmas with my parents and brother, and to be in some cafe with some friends with New Year’s Eve. Let’s not make a big deal out of it, okay? No Christmas songs, no Christmas trees everywhere. Not necessary. A burning grate-fire will do.

OMG, they’ll excommunicate us!