It’s always the first three quarters of the year entirely where I just do not care for its holidays. They’re all boring and forgettable to me. Which is why I love the last quarter of the year where Halloween, X-Mas and X-Mas Part II reside.
New Year’s Day - Wooo…just watching a ball drop and people just drinking or going to NY just to kiss on camera.
Valentine’s Day - Awesome…just to be reminded how single some of us are so all of the mush of couples being shoved in our faces.
St. Patrick’s Day - Just another excuse to go out drinking to most, not as if drinkers turn every other day into drinking.
Easter - Nobody can agree as to the true meaning of this holiday. It’s just seen as yet another excuse to consume candy and go on dinners, kinda what Halloween and Thanksgiving both became more about. Non-religious people think it’s bunny related, religious people believe it belongs to Jesus and whatever. Conflicted holiday, can’t care.
4th of July - America’s Birthday, yeah I’ve not have had a single solitary reason to celebrate America’s birthday at all given the reputation it has gathered as of late and for a while. This is the period of the month where people annoy everyone with their big shopping sprees on fireworks.
Thanksgiving in my family always started around 10 PM the preceding night, all hands on deck, no sleeping allowed, because there was too much cooking and cleaning to be done. Grease, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, or Mamma Mia! playing on a loop the whole time, as that was the only mom-approved background noise, at full blast, so the music can be clearly heard over the roar of vacuum cleaners, carpet shampooers, sizzling skillets, and hurled profanities. An insane amount of effort for what would amount to a massive amount of middling food waste at the best of times.
All in the name of trying to impress some very toxic people we never saw at any other time of year, if they bothered to show up in the first place. The kind of toxic people who always found something to complain about, regardless of how ragged my mother ran herself, or her kids. The kind of toxic people who would be very unhappy to find out I’m a gay democrat who doesn’t like turkey.
So, for the sake of my blood pressure, I make sure I ‘happen’ to have to work every year.
That’s a bloody nightmare