Another Rant Book

Number 15

Number 15: Christmas

Okay, I know I'm probably going to get a lot of hate for this rant but, I so sick of Christmas! Yeah, that's right, I said it. Bitch all you want but I have reasons.

The main one, well only one is that I ALWAYS have to go to the city for Christmas, that's 2 hours away and for a person with really bad motion sickness doing this every year, you'll get sick of it too!

Imagine you're about to go to the city that's 2 hours away and you can't eat a thing because of your motion sickness but you still somehow get sick and you are going to the side of the family that is stuck up and snobby and complain about EVERYTHING YOU DO WHILE YOU ARE THERE! And you get so frustrated but you have to keep your cool so you don't show it and by this point you haven't eaten for over 18 hours because of motion sickness (yes my motion sickness is that bad) so you have to refuse everything you have been offered and your family get angry at you for not eating and then your nan starts yelling at your parents because you're "too skinny" and need to put on weight and then your parents start yelling back at them for false accusations and then everyone is pissed and then your parents decide to leave and go to the other side of the family, the one you love and don't mind travelling 2 hours and getting sick for because they don't bitch about a thing you do.

^^^ Every. Fucking. Year.

That's not the worst thing, on my fathers side there's 3 of them left and my grandmother is 93 years old and can hardly get out of bed at the nursing home she lives at now and since my Aunty is closer to my grandmother then we are, she looks after her most of the time and at Christmas, she rather spend time with my grandmother then travelling to see us so my family go up there to the nursing home and spend Christmas there. That is not a problem, I'll be quite happy if I did this every Christmas because I understand the struggle it is for both my Aunty and grandmother.

But for my mothers side.. They are ALL WALKING and NOTHING IS WRONG WITH THEM! So I don't know why they can't come down and see us for once except for us seeing them every year. And I swear they bottle it all up until we get they because as soon as we walk through the door, BAM! They start telling us every little thing that's wrong with us when it's completely pointless and unnecessary. So one year, I think I was 7 or 8 and my mothers side agreed to come down and have Christmas with us for once, so my mum was decorating the house, making it look all festive (we don't do this anymore, like what's the point if you're not going to be there for it) and while we were putting up the tree -four days out from Christmas- we get a call from my nan basically saying they don't want to come down for Christmas because they practically couldn't be fucked! My mum was so pissed that we almost missed Christmas with them... Which we did but we had our Christmas with my mums side on Boxing Day because my parents agreed to spend that Christmas with my dads side.

Yes I do love all my family but holy fuck my mums side pisses me off, and living with them is worst, but that's another rant for... Never..

So now do you see why I'm sick of Christmas? If so, good, you know my pain. If you say "suck it up mate, more people have to worst then you." Don't you think I already knew that! Yes of course I know that people have it worst than me, and I feel very sorry for all those people. But people also have it better then me so it's not going to stop me from bitching about something that's my opinion. People might think it's not that bad but that's because they might not if experienced it. To you people: lucky bitches!

So to everyone that still enjoys Christmas: enjoy while you can, some point you get sick of it, some just get sick of it faster then others.

Date: 8/12/13 (I don't know if people get confused with the way I put my date. In Australia, we go "date/month/year" not "month/date/year" just so people aren't confused if you were, if not well its there just in case you forget.)