Will you be here?
Will anybody be here on the dreadful day?
Maybe we can celebrate Grinchmas or Krampusmas together and just vent and try to forget what others do.
Will anybody be here on the dreadful day?
Maybe we can celebrate Grinchmas or Krampusmas together and just vent and try to forget what others do.
So, basically in Iceland it is tradition to exchange books as gifts on Christmas Eve and then quietly read them together after finding a comfortable spot. The reading is accompanied by chocolate and hot cocoa.
I honestly don't even want to hear the word "Christmas" and don't have anybody anyway, but it is probably better than all the farce that Christmas has become in other countries. (I don't have to explain why it is a farce..., you all know why.) At least they don't spend a lot of money on unnecessary gifts and don't make a lot of noise.
I am starting to feel really anxious! I am trying very hard to protect myself, but it has become increasingly difficult to avoid seeing Christmas crap. It's already in quite a few shops, and the ads are starting too! The mere thought that it will get worse and worse instead of better is horrible. And people starting to ask the usual annoying questions like "What are you going to do for Christmas?". I mean, it is only going to get worse.
Why do we have to endure this torture for so long? We seem to be the most ignored suffering minority in the world. Reminding people that they have nobody, or that their loved ones are dead, or that they are poor is not cool.
On the other hand, I also hate pity. "Oh, I am so sorry you have nobody to celebrate Christmas". "Are there charity meals where you live?"
Just leave us alone!
I live in an apartment building and don't know how to buy online any more because many sellers now use cheap services that deliver at odd hours (including late at night) and without knocking and then leave parcels unattended in common areas and more often than not they disappear. There are no security cameras so these thieves can do whatever they want. I have serious health problems and don't drive and don't know what to do. I wish I could at least leave a note for the carrier when I buy, but it is not possible and quite often they don't even tell you which carrier they use.
What would you do? Is my only option to only use sellers who clearly indicate that they use the national postal service (because they normally give a 2-hour delivery window and I leave the door open so I don't miss the delivery)?
This holiday is pure evil, just a money-grabbing scheme that should be abolished. They penalize companies for other schemes like price gouging, why not for Christmas?
This mop is tired of having its hair used to clean the floor...
Even if she is not an original antique JDK 221, I fell in love with this girl a few years ago and just had to adopt her. ❤️ I also have two miniatures that are also reproductions of the antique JDK 221. One is just 1.5" tall.
Introverts can be very good friends when they find the right person(s) to have meaningful conversations. This is something that most people don't understand. People feel annoyed if we mind our own business and don't participate in chitchat. This happens all the time. It starts with students, but it often continues with colleagues at work and of course neighbours. I hoped that after my studies the situation would change when dealing with adults, but it never did. Neighbours in particular seem to be even suspicious of people who like to stay on their own. My neighbours told the landlord that I am weird, although luckily the landlord sided with me and even asked me if they had harassed me. This has not always been the case in the past. I had neighbours who invented stories about me and made my life hell only because I minded my own business, nothing else.
What's the problem with minding one's own business? What's so offensive? Nothing of course, but people misinterpret it as being conceited. This is actually sad.
In no particular order:
In a nutshell - Christmas should be banned, at least publicly.
If I can think of more reasons I will add them to my post. Can you think of more?
This was meant satirically (not seriously) even back then.
Seventeen years young - I can't believe it. I still remember when I was waiting for your first moult.
But of course... you are still a baby for me! I love you! ❤️❤️❤️