there's a reason there's a CHRIST! in christmas
- Insane, repetitive and squeaky versions of christmas carols over and over and OVER in every single excuse for a shop since September until we want to eat our own ears if only so we may buy a litre of milk without hearing about frosty the snowman's escapades (this is even more irritating here in Australia. IT. IS. FREAKING. HOT. Thinking about white christmas, being cosy by the fire, sleigh riding and all, quaint as it is, tends to get me just a leeetle bit pissy when its 36 degrees Celsius in the shade).
- The crowds. And the first thing that comes to mind is not the malls, frantic as they are. Has anyone tried to brave a supermarket in the last week? Did i miss the announcement about there being no more food EVER after the 24th? It's like watching a very large and stupid herd of sheep trying to work out where to go.. and to the lady who rammed me the other day - I don't think the risk of you missing out on Tim Tams is high enough for you to push people out of the way in the biscuit aisle.
- the decorations everywhere. Normally this wouldnt bother me. Really, i like the shiny as much as the next person and seeing the tinsel go up in the department stores lets off a little bit of excitement from my inner child that i just can't squelch. But has anyone else come near to an epileptic fit after being flashed in the eye by the giant gold discs hanging around Civic? Pretty, yes. But OMDG they are REFLECTIVE and it is WINDY and its like being trapped in a giant flashy disco of pain!
- the annual christmas eve thing is coming up. You know, me, my family and the other million cousins being paraded in front of us to show us black sheep how poor and cheap and uncool and unworthy we are. I mean, really. My aunt's ability to make me feel like crap is pretty depleted - I'm not an idiot. I don't go out of my way to care about someone who persecutes and ridicules me and my family as frequently as possible. But it does make the whole party thing a teensy bit awkward. and i kind of dont look forward to it. My cousins cant help but think im weird. Firstly, I am weird. Secondly, they've been told I'm weird since before they could talk so its a little hard for them to be at all subjective. I understand this. I love my cousins dearly, but being on the other side of the charade means i am constantly having my nose rubbed in how well-off, well-dressed (as in brand names, GASP! not cheap and nasty HOMEMADE!!) cool and beautiful thet are has left ME with the impression that they are all pretty much shallow, petty and boring as bark. I'm sure they are not. And really, they're all about 16 (i think... there seems to be about a million 16 year old girls everytime we have a reunion) and i can't expect too much perspective at that age, can i?
I started a sock in my new colourway 'Fetching'. I'm loving it, and it has barely pooled. I'm a big fan.
And I need to admit I am tickled pink that my sherpa is coming along to christmas eve. Apart from the fact that he is the love of my life and i am super happy to have him around and proud to bits of him... he's not what my extended family would consider appropriate. My last boyfriend was a little on the conservative side (for me anyway. he is a truly lovely guy and i dont regret my time with him etc etc.) and when he came to christmas... i just sort of felt like i was more on the outside than ever. So i feel like for the first time i can really come out as myself. sherpa is... well, he's me. He gets me, he understands my jokes, my drives, everything. nothing i do is silly or pointless or a waste to him.. i am truly appreciated. for the first time in my life, in a way i never thought possible. and if they give me shit this year i have someone who wont stand to have me humiliated, who will mock my ridiculously snooty aunt if she is catty and corner her to tell her how wonderful he thinks i am if she is sarcastic. And at the very least i finally have someone who will just find the whole beauty pageant type scenario as amusing as i do :)
Dont get me wrong, i dont WANT to have a massive blow-out with my rellies. It's just been something i've dreaded since i was 10 and i'm looking forward to going as myself for once. And not caring a flying potatoe if someone doesnt like me because i know the only people who matter to me already do.
the apparently gut-spilling and possibly PMS-ing
Ms Spider xo