And I haven’t much to say at all. Sorry.
Life has jut been much of the same these days. Hustlin and holidays, eating more carbs than I thought imaginable, and lazing around all day on Sundays.
Today we had a Christmas party at work all day. I got a little buzzed. I hate really freakin good lasagna, and I bonded with some coworkers. It was nice.
Next week I turn 25.
I’ve barely begun my christmas shopping.
Maybe this weekend.
I’ve gone back and forth a few times today about what I wanted to write about on here. Should I stick to a general weekly update, or get down to how I am really feeling today? I am still not entirely sure even as I type this.
The wonderful and long Thanksgiving weekend is coming to it’s close. Amazing how fast four days not spent at work can go by isn’t it? We spent our time at the beach with my family and even got both of our families together on Friday night for dinner. Which we were honestly not that excited about. We come from two totally different worlds it feels like sometimes. But we don’t give our families enough credit for how great they are at being thrown into situations with new people they know nothing about and being able to make a great time out of it. I only hope that gene is somewhere down inside me waiting to blossom.
We headed back here yesterday morning and spent the day prepping to have friends over to watch the big football game. And this is where my feelings about what I really want to write about get stirred up.
I am going to go ahead and say that I really didn’t have the best time. I went into the evening excited and ready but somewhere at some point, I got irritated and it sort of kept snow balling after that. It was an irritation that I was letting on to anyone, just a sort of sinking feeling inside. It came down to I just can’t stand how people treat one another.
I heard arguments over really dumb things amongst my friends and heard them be really rude to one another and for some reason it just really bothered me. Why does everyone need to one up each other? Why can’t it be okay that you like this and he likes that and be done with it? Especially over such petty things.
I find myself in this situation of having different groups of friends that don’t really always get along perfectly.Not that they don’t get along, they just aren’t the best of friends. And while that is something completely normal and I am sure everyone has happen, I have a hard time being okay with it. I have this intense need for everyone i like to like each other and unfortunately, it is unrealistic.
I am also becoming less and less tolerable of my house being full of rowdy people. It is a small house and the between the drinks and the food and everything else going on, I feel like I am just stressing out the whole time over what is happening. We are still at an age where everyone wants to be dancing and yelling and playing music at the loudest volume and while yeah, that’s fun i get it, I am really over it happening at my house. I get walked all over when it comes to this and it is getting increasingly more annoying. Don’t get mad at me for telling you to calm down a little bit. You are lucky we host friends as much as we do, and I know damn well none of the shit that goes on in my house would fly elsewhere either so I would appreciate a little bit of respect.
I know we are not perfect and certainly have made our fair share of mistakes when it comes to friendships. Scooter’s been disrespectful of other people’s houses and I have been mean when I didn’t need to be, but at the end of the day, Scooter and I try our best to take good care of other people. We have people over at our house all the time, we make food, we buy drinks, we give rides when heading to bars or parties afterward and we try and make everyone feel welcome and invited because we (mostly me) hate the feeling of being left out. And I honestly feel like sometimes we just get shit on in return. Not all the time. And not by everyone. But enough that I notice it. And it makes me sad. That is really the only description I have for it. It makes me feel sad.
I am sure what it comes down to is not everyone wants to be my best friend. or my friends best friend. But sometimes I just wish everyone could be a smidge nicer to each other. A bit more understanding of their situations and generally just a little bit lighter, ya know what I mean? I know I can take things way too seriously that are not that serious and I am sure I have frustrated plenty of people along the way by doing that, but can we all just try and knock that off? Go with the flow more and not be such a pain in the ass to others?
I’ve got a laundry list of things I want to work about myself to be a better friend and overall a better person to be around and I hope that as we are growing up, that other people start to have that urge, too.
That’s me. Christmas morning probably somewhere around 1990. When Christmas was still GOOD.
I had plans of writing something about Parenthood and my tv obsessions but I decided this was a more pressing matter.
It’s getting to that time of year when it becomes acceptable to listen to Christmas music and this thrills me! I love Christmas music! But I’m finding it making me sad this year. Especially when I hear the old classics. The Bing’s, the Etta’s, the songs that epitomize what Christmas always was. A special day once a year when you could be together with your whole family, cozy up and just enjoy each others company whilst sharing a few loving gifts with one another.
I lived for Christmas growing up. Not just because I got lots of great presents but because it meant I got to hang out with my giant family all night. I got to stay up late, eat cookies until I wanted to barf, and play with cousins. I loved it! And it’s awfully sad how different it is now. Not only for me, but for most other people I would assume as well.
Thanksgiving was always that one holiday. The one holiday that didn’t have commercial ties. You got all the perks of a family holiday without all the hustle and bustle. But no. It couldn’t just stay that way. At first, I understood the Black Friday thing. Mostly as just being the first day between Thanksgiving and Christmas so it made sense to shop that day. But over the last five years or so, I have become disgusted by everything that is Black Friday. Especially how it just keeps starting early and earlier. I have friends in retail who have to be at work at 6pm on Thanksgiving. Remember when Thanksgiving was a national holiday and malls were closed?! I hate that. I hate it so much. I hate that they can’t even fully enjoy one day and I hate that society is that obsessed with material items that they need to give thanks and then trample the town for half off Ipad Minis 6 hours later. Get a fucking life.
Christmas loses more and more meaning to me each and every year. I wish I could revert back to what it once was. Or find a way to somehow raise my children to understand it how I did and not as a day they expect me to curb stomp someone for a Furbie.
Sign me up for chestnuts roasting on an open fire from here on out. THAT is how I’d like to spend my holiday.