I have never liked the holiday season. I'll be honest. While everyone else is lining up those mugs of cocoa and donning tacky sweaters with a meth-crazed rudolph on the front, I am quietly sitting in my room listening Celine Dion and polishing off one of those 3-popcorn tins.
I always pictured one day, when I got a little older, that I would be able to appreciate the holidays because I would A.) Be independent enough to be away from my family and B.) Have an attractive man to take christmas card pictures of. I mean, with.
It seems the only torture I have been spared from this year is not actually living in the same residence as my mother. (She still has my phone number though, and likes to call to ask about my current relationships and judge my life choices.)
STILL, I did not realize how the holidays could have gotten worse as I got older. hehe. Apparently, I am now at that special, special age where all f my friends are getting married or starting families. And I'm just like, "I SO KNOW HOW YOU FEEL! I found a rice krispy treat hidden in my pantry! That's about the same feeling! RIGHT? No? Oh... well, nevermind.." then I go eat my (now unexciting) rice krispy in the comfort of my room. If you hear someone crying along to "All By Myself" just keep walking. Pay no mind.