Christmas has always been a gringy time for me. The shops make me
anxious. The music they all play, the amount of people... It is
all aimed at making one guilty for not buing stuff.
Christmas celebration I actually like. Having the family together,
eating a lot of food, drinking a bit too much. That's all good for
that one night. After that it's like I had enough and I'll go
back to my intermittant fasting lifestyle.
This year I lost pretty much two to three weeks to the flu, so I
have very meager presents for the younger folks. I suppose I
might try to sneak into some store that is open in the middle of
the night. That is the only time I am ok with hanging out there
for a while. Only the weirdos are around then.
