Deck the halls with... screw it.

I'm sorry if I seem like a very pessimistic person during this post.  I've been sick all week and just failed my AP History Final.  Anyways, I hate holidays.  I don't understand the whole concept, really.  We donate an entire season to greed.  Every square inch of space is covered in sparkles and various shades of green and red.  Everyone involved is expected to be magically happy for every freaking second from Thanksgiving to Christmas.  I don't get it, and it frustrates me to no end.  Really.  I hate the holidays. I know that I should be crazy grateful for having a family around the holidays, and I am, I just can't get past everyone's expectations that everyone else be happy constantly for more than a month.

Image Credited to Christmas Games

Now just warning you, this is going to get kinda deep.  I was hanging ornaments tonight, and something occurred to me.  I have  ornaments from second grade onwards.  You know the ones you make in elementary school? Well, anyways, most of them have little chips, and some have completely shattered into large pieces.  The ones that have shattered are re-repaired every year, and every year it gets a little harder as more and more of the ornament breaks.  Me, being me, started thinking about how the ornaments symbolized my growth as a person.   I started thinking about how the small little clay contraption I made in second grade with my name sloppily scrawled across the front represented my unabashed ability to be myself in those years.  As I looked at the poor thing now however, chipped in several places; shattered; and missing one side,  I thought about how as I grew my ability to throw other's opinions away slowly chipped away until it was virtually non-existent.  When I saw my little glittered letter that I made in kindergarten or first grade addressed to my mother, I saw my innocence, and my struggling relationship with my mother.  I did this with every single ornament in the box, which resulted in a very bad mood.

Now you see why I shouldn't be left alone with my brain.  So this is my little corner of brain for you.  Yes, I know, bad image.