Rou

I'm not a Grinch. Not really. I like giving and sharing and pending time with the people that are genetically similar to me and all. My family is all crazy but it's not the shockingly embarrassing kind. More the laughing so hard you start to get tears in your eyes kind. All and all, a good thing.

But, there is a dark side to the holidays. And it started a few weeks ago, but really got into high gear last Friday. Shopping.

I hate it.

I despise it.

I loath it.

The whole deal sucks. Going to stores is like pulling teeth. Too many idiots stopping in the middle of walkways. Too many stupid kids screaming their little lungs out. Too many annoying clerks peppering me with question or trying to force some other dumb product on me. Too many people in general. I'm not a people person. This time of year, I'm much worse.

Of course, the wonder of the internet has saved me much aggravation. Buy online and wait for it to ship to my door. That's the way for me. But that doesn't solve all my problems.

My family never gives me a fucking clue. Not a hint, not a suggestion. Some of this is my fault because I don't visit them very often (I'm quick to retort that they don't visit me either). But when I ask questions like "Any idea what you want for Christmas?" I kinda am looking for more than 'I don't knows' and 'whatever you get will be fine'. Drives me up a fucking wall. I think I've gotten my sister a Borders gift card 3 years running now. Bitch refuses to give me any ideas.

I'm seriously considering refusing to exchange gifts next year.

Fucking holidays.