Christmas Obligations

No thank you very much

I’m increasingly finding more in common with the villains of beloved childhood movies than the heroes.

As of late, the Grinch. I rewatched How the Grinch stole Christmas (obviously) and immediately thought, “Of course the Grinch moved away from his fanatical Christmas town. It's full of arseholes who took the piss out of his loving gesture and prefer the idea of capitalist gluttony to acts of endearment.” When the Grinch decided to give the town a second chance after Cherub cheeked Taylor M convinced him to, again they proved him right leading him to drop a litany of truth bombs. Of course he’d want to live in icicle obscurity away from people with his doggo Max in a rickety cave. Even at the start of the movie, Grinchy-boy was in his own space doing his thing when those three brats decided to bother him and subsequently dash to the town to drown them in their drivel of how the Grinch almost killed them. Ugh. I hate people. Was Dr Seus a socialist?

So now that Christmas is 7 days away, some of us are teetering on the edge of sweating our way into full on anxious meltdowns because the idea of spending the holidays with family members we avoid like the plague for the other 350-60ish days of the year, is as comforting as ripping your nails off your flesh (like the scene from Ozarks). 

I stopped doing the extended family dinner thing three years ago.