Every year around this time the world gets extremely annoying.
Every story you walk into is filled with the sounds of Mariah Carey squealing and there are more obnoxious red and green combinations than I could ever handle.
Everyone starts speaking very cheerily and asking you continually about your holiday plans. To me, it’s a massive pain in the ass. I think that the holidays are extremely overrated and spending that much time with your family isn’t a great thing. Personally, I would be just as happy staying at home alone and enjoying a nice spiked cup of hot coffee by myself. That might be why I’m particularly unenthused when it comes to my family’s favorite tradition. Around my household, no one can stop talking about the trek out to cut down the Christmas tree. I hate it. There’s nothing attractive to me about standing outside in the cold climate and falling snow. I don’t appreciate the shock to my system when I climb out of the warm, comfy temperature from the car’s powerful heating system directly into frigid and unrelenting cold wind. It feels like someone is blasting an air conditioning system directly on you. After that, we spend hours trudging around in the snow searching for the perfect tree with absolutely no temperature control. If we could perform the tree search from the warmth and safety of an enclosure, so we could utilize modern heating resources, I would enjoy the activity a lot more. This freezing cold family activity is forced me to start a tradition of my own. Every year when they go out to cut down the Christmas tree, I pretend to be sick so I can stay home with our central heating system.