Random's Rantings

Happy New Years, Guys

Hello fellow friends and new comers.

Welcome to Random's Rantings, where I, Random, shall rant about all my problems and not give a rat's ass about if you people reading actually give a shit or not.

I know that's harsh but hey.

I can be an asshole and I'm sorry.

Infact, we can all be assholes in our own moments. Don't try to deceive yourself or deny it. There has been a point in you or another's life where being an asshole or not just really didn't matter to you.

There seems to be a time, however, a few times during the year that people come together and we all love each other.

The Holidays.

I'm not going to lie to you, I hate Christmas, and before you go all 'fuck you', let me explain why.

My great-grandma loved Christmas. Even before she passed away in 2015, Christmas had lost it's value to me because the concept of Santa had been ruined. Saint Nick still existed in my heart, but the magic Christmas seemed to bring each year was gone, and soon enough, my great-grandma had been swept away too. Christmas had lost it's touch and every year, I dread the new Christmas music that Christian musicians come up with. I dread the baking and the decorating. Why?

For my great-grandma, if you listened to Christmas music, it should be the old jams. If you baked cookies, you made them for Santa. If you decorated your house, it was so that Santa could make out where you lived. My life had been centured around that and once that was gone, Christmas became dull.

Then my great-grandma passed away and everything got worse. It was her favorite holiday, which made it a little worse than it should've been. She didn't pass away during Christmas, no, but it just made everything worse to realize that one of the people I loved the most wasn't going to be at the Christmas dinner table that year.

Aside from that, my family is just really not a joy to be around. Especially around the holidays. My grandma and grandpa are working in the kitchen, preparing the food, while my uncle and cousin are in the living room with my brother. I'm sitting at the kitchen table, while my mom fusses around her mom and dad. It's chaos, and it doesn't get better when we sit down.

Christmas is just dull for me. I'm sorry, really, but there are just things that can't be changed. Hell, I didn't even go to the family dinner in 2016. I was too pissed, and apparently I had made the right decision because my uncle was a jackass that night.

Anyways, I wish you the happiest of holidays. Spend time with your family. You never know when they'll be gone.

-Random