Happy (almost) New Year everybody! Hope you all had a fantastic december holiday celebration of your choice. Or, not so much choice as childhood programming. I guess. I mean, it’s probably blasphemous or something for me to celebrate Christmas. Then again, the pagans? Of course, I’m not really a pagan either. Ach, it’s mostly a food, family and fantastic white elephant holiday for me anyway. I’m not kidding about that white elephant, either. Last year FlyKy and I snagged one of my sister’s homemade blankets, a handmade wooden nativity, Unicorn fortune telling cards, and…uh…well, how could anything else be memorable amidst that haul.
To be honest thought, I tend to get super weird on certain holidays. Namely, Christmas and my birthday. It’s like a horrible feedback loop of expectation, nostalgia and depression. Doesn’t help that I’m really uncomfortable with getting gifts. I love giving them, but receiving them makes me super anxious and tense. Christmas is waaaay better than my birthday though, because despite my own personal neurosis about the day itself. I adore the lead-in, and the following week that leads up to the multi-day bacon and cheese Christmas(New Years) bacchanalia with my (many) siblings. My birthday, however…ugh. I don’t mind getting older, but it’s the only instance where I’m right on board with the Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Oh hey look! There’s a comic up there.