holiday hater

So ... I'm a holiday hater. I admit it and am fine with it, though others seems to not be so comfortable with my statement. It isn't the holiday(s) that I loathe directly. What I dislike is the forced smiles, meetings, family-oriented thought processes and so on. And all that horrible salt-laden food ... blah. I can feel my tongue shriveling in my mouth.

Why do people need a specific day to be thankful, nice, giving, loving or any other manufactured emotion? Should we not just be like this all the time? And honestly, on a normal basis would I choose to be crowded in with my family yelling over one another, horking down crap and drinking too much ... although the drinking too much I can deal with. No, I would not pick this uncomfortable, forced version of home life over, let's say a Netflix binge, wine and my couch.

This year while I am strong armed into the yearly play, act one, at least I will be doing something I want to do in the afternoon; serving lunch at a senior center with my husband.

Well, anyhoo, happy hols, gobble gobble and don't choke on a turkey bone because I really think that 911 is slower to respond on holidays.