Christmas favorties

I love this time of year. The coziness of the house, the smell of the real pine Christmas tree, being with friends and family and don’t forget the baking and eggnog! It’s been so cold here recently. And I mean cold, as in -40 C and colder! Cars won’t start, the malls are packed with people and everyone is hustling and bustling. Even with the crankiness of people and the rushing, there is still something about the air that has a certain feel to it, a certain warmth.

Some of my favorite things about the holidays include having a fire going in the fireplace. We have electric and wood burning. Making hot apple cider and homemade candy cane hot chocolate. The smell of bread baking. The cozy look to the house with the candles and Christmas tree lights shining. The smell of the tree. I could never have a fake tree, ever. We’ve always had real ones. My uncle actually has a Christmas tree farm, so we always get a beautiful, real tree for Christmas. And of course the exchanging of gifts. I always get too excited and want everyone to open their gift from me right away! I love the spirit of the holidays!

What are some of your favorite things about Christmas and the holidays? Any neat traditions your family has?

Time to say goodbye.

Yes, you are an asshole. You guessed I would say that huh? Well you guessed right. I have never been so disgusted by someone in my entire life. Now I can finally say what I want, with no interruptions.

You selfish prick, you. The world does not revolve around you. You think you’re right because everyone’s been on your side? Well fuck you. I don’t care who you can con or screw to get them to believe you, but it does not mean you’re right. In fact, you are so horribly in the wrong, it’s truly sad. Sad for you, not me. Not anymore. I know you think that you’ve separated me from my friends, that I can’t talk to my family, that I’m all alone.

For the first time in much too long I’m stronger than ever, feel more backed up and supported than ever before. I know now that I’m not a bad person like you’ve made me believe. I know now that, especially this past week, I’ve done nothing wrong. All I did was be there for you and be the best person I knew how to be. Yet, in all of this, all you could think about was yourself. You, your problems, your life, how you feel “sick’, how you are feeling, you you YOU. Still through all of that, you conned your entire family to believe your bullshit and make them feel bad for you. This week should have not have been about you, but that’s what you made it and you made it a lot more than that. Like I said, I have never in my LIFE been more disgusted by people. You are sick in the head, not to mention a fucking conceded, selfish, narcissistic, arrogant, egotistical, mind-fucking asshole.

I’m not a scornful or hateful person, but after all of this, it’s amazing I haven’t gone crazy. I can finally, after so much, say what I want to say. I know you’ll read this and tell all of your minions and followers, but I really couldn’t give a damn. I’ve grown up enough to earn the respect of my true friends and deserve them. I most certainly don’t want any sympathy from your fake ones. They obviously can’t see through your bullshit and I’d rather surround myself with a more intelligent crowd.

In the end, all that needs to be said is this. I thank the heavens the day I finally gave my head a shake and got out of your tangled web. I wish you luck in life, I hope you can grow up, find a good job as well as realize that break-ups suck, and are private. Obviously, this blog isn’t but no one in my offline life, save for you, knows of it. Therefore, it remains private. I’m not going to try and mess your life up or slander your name, and it may be too much to ask for you to do the same. I will hope, however.

Finally, I say to you, goodbye.

Come away with me.

I think deep down we all have wished at some point that someone would ask us to run away with them. Come with them somewhere new, different, away from everything and everyone. You wish they would ask you so you wouldn’t have to ask them and put yourself out there. I know I’ve imagined what I would do and where I would go. How amazing it would be to start over. New house, new friends, new life. There wouldn’t be any gossip about you or rumors, you could make a fresh impression. Get a new house and decorate it to look amazing, just like you always wanted. Find a new and exciting job or maybe go to school. Anything would be possible and dreams would come true.

But if someone was to ever really ask you that question, what would you say? You’d start thinking about all the bad things that could happen. That you’d hate it, you wouldn’t make any friends, that you wouldn’t find a house, you’d have no money, you’d be homesick, etc. How would you be able to make a decision? On the one hand, it looks fantastic, and on the other it scares the shit out of you. Plus there’s the risk of who you would run away with. Would things work out? Would you have a falling out and be stuck or stranded somewhere? How would your family react? Could they actually be serious about this, about you? So many questions, so many dreams and fears.

You’d want to say yes but at the same time you’re so worried and it’s so risky that you want to say no. Would you go or under what circumstances would you go or not go? How would you know and how would you make up your mind?

As stressful and scary as it might be to be asked that question, I still wish someone would. So at least there would be that option, at least you know there was a way out if you wanted or needed. Even as an adventure it would be there. I wonder how many people at this very moment are longing to hear the words “Come away with me”.