I decided to post this instead of some photos. This is part of a Recap to make up for my absence in the blogworld, so its all in past tense. Some may call this silly teen angst,… But I invite those who know otherwise, my real friends. Hi guys.
I keep telling my friends not to hate
. Hate is a waste of energy. But I remember this from a dear friend, “Never stick to one principle, Not even this” — Here is a little bit of me that never goes by any principle. To be frank, I don’t hate anything else at all. (I can see that Zoya
, I’m not using “dislike” this time 
, just this time, please?). Ok, to get serious and do some Bloggin!
The fact that I’m an atheist
has only very little to do with my hate for Christmas. There is a lot of anger in the following text, but my current mood is a very calm and a happy one. We will get back to my peaceful nature after letting out some steam.
At the risk of being labeled a cynical, jaded, wacko, a raging homicidal psychopath, 
here’s my rant – the list is in no particular order and never makes sense, not even to me:
Even the date is wrong! It’s a compromise between 6th December, 19th December, 22nd December, 7th January or 25th January depending upon which Christian / Pagan sect you belong to. — Thank you Feud for reminding me and making me look up this info.
First, SHOPPING: Ten minutes inside one of those malls and MY GOD, listening to those Christmas carols like something got stuck in your ear. This place could be put to better uses like torture sessions for terrorists. (maybe they already are? ) This would surely test the sanity (or insanity) of even the most hardened terrorist militant or what ever they are called. Crowds are another horror. Colliding with some frozen shopper who looks an extra from “Dawn of the Dead’. Lots of cliche ahead, excuse me. The need (really, a NEED?) to purchase a bucket of gifts convert peaceful people into mindless, lurching zombies. It’s unnatural. Did I mention being sideswiped and nailed onto walls by promotion offers presented by people who cant even speak English while you are just looking for the restroom! You get stomped on, pushed down the stairs, run over by trolleys, packed into elevators, kids sticking who knows what behind your back. AARGH! just STOP! Which way to Isle 4?
Now comes my weakness: I hate being forced to associate with people I have nothing in common with. I just hate all this with a passion. The strange custom of spending time with family at Christmas is pointless, cant you just be happy some other time? why do you have to give up sleeping on a frigid night?. Normally I try to avoid all family get-togethers (like that comes often!). But one is forced to submit themselves to this torture of being stared at, poked, talked about, a million watt camera flash popping your eyes out every second, getting complaints about the dress, made to fake a smile when you are in a mood to tare the head off the next person who comes to talk to you, being TOLD all the time. Grrrr! Please excuse me from the table.
The false cheeriness and horrible hugs, wishes and fake smiles mask the underlying social-political back stabbing. Only the kids seem to enjoy the day, and they make sure that you can’t even have peace and quiet by escaping to an uninhabited corner of whoever’s house it is whose turn it is to host this awful, unnerving celebration. Their screaming, toy guns, and hyperactivity ensure that your nerves stay nicely close to breaking point. Just Hang one by the neck and throw it out the window.
Three: GIFTS & CARDS. In this unnatural stupid transaction you will always lose. You friend accepts it with a smile wider than the front of a 60 Cadillac. (Does anyone know how to stop using Cli-ches? my blog looks like the diary of a 60 year old grumpy old man) Silently evaluating whether your gift to them is worth less than their gift to you or the other way around. Of course, even if someone actually spent a lot of money on you, it doesn’t mean they got something you actually want or need. Taken all the time spent looking for gifts, you come in at a financial loss every time. So lets go to ebay and buy some DVDs. Or buy music for your friends. Why? To make them bored on the day after and the rest of the year listening to the music that you thought they would like, but doesn’t! Take out the trash honey! – Such a waste! Why don’t you tell them to use the money for paying bills? & If you don’t buy a gift or replicate their 2 foot smile on your face, you will be branded a cheap, money loving bastard. Trying to make up for his incompetence? (My ***)!!
Each winter morning, you are woken up by the postman who cant find your mailbox. To give you a stupid Christmas card which has nothing written inside. So, you maybe a little happy to see that someone remembered you. So you call up another friend and tell him that your common friend sent you a wonderful Christmas card with “green borders and a bell with a wreath in the center”. Your friend replies, “kewl! I got a card from her with green borders and a bell with a wreath in the center” — Ahhhh! how thoughtful!!!!!!!!
STOP SENDING ME PHOTOCOPIES OF CARDBOARDS. Some cant take a hint, keep on spamming me with snail mail! – I’m gonna move to china and no one will be able read my address. There!
Four: Santa dude! What the hell is the point here brother? Get you big red butt outta my face! Whatever the case, If such a person is going to climb down your chimney, either your kids will let them in your house (seriously, dont let your kids look upto strangers for presents sitting on a masked guy’s lap!) OR you if you wake up hearing the creepy sounds from the chimney, you will blow him right to the north pole with shotguns. Or call 555! The cops!
the CIA, SETI (Whoohooo Alien stuck in chimney! 
), Fire department, or the Animal control 
(get that damn moose outta my house!)! Got a bit carried away, Lets get back to being angry.
Five: Decorations. People build places, working areas, schools, libraries, computer labs and hospitals for a purpose! But after 11 months of accepting its value and purpose, some sick greasy haired person comes into the room to inject color in every place they can find. You cant even find you pencil under those green fluffy spiny thingys that cant even lay straight. Get that fluffy red fat man out of the drive way. At the coffee house, How can you eat at a with all these tiny creatures looking down on you? smiling and smirking with red eyes, & pointed ears. Moving on, after a spoiled dinner to the library. What the **** does a star do in a library? We are here to read, looking down on the book, with some peace and quiet. While some 75 year old library woman takes off her hearing aid and turns up the volume of the carol, like a bug got stuck in your ear. (What the hell is Joy to the world?) OR when you move to the corner of the room, accepting that people have gone crazy for a month! Its littered with tiny lights in every corner and when you look away you got burn marks all around your retina!!! You wont even be able to read. Throw away the book and give up reading for a month! FINE! I’ll do it your way! Don’t complain if my music is too loud!
Six. Greed. Christmas is one of the most selfish, event on the planet! Its all business, If I give you this, I need that. Come on people, don’t go back to trading system of 1000BC!! Even for parking spaces. You will be in your car, looking for a place to put your poor, not-so-shiny car. BUT People will ram you head on if they think you are trying to take HIS spot. So, I’ll park outside the lot and walk half a mile back to the mall! Fine! you can have it your way! I’ll go without food for the rest of the year.
Seven. Stampede! If you are in a crowd & If you hear these sentences and failed to pay attention to my words you will be sorry. Here goes,…. Dinner at the table!, Presents are here!, The Mail!, Last item on isle 453 for really useless Santa gloves!, OMG, make waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Just like a new version of bull racing in a narrow street somewhere in Mexico. Winning doesn’t matter! ITs how you make ‘em kiss da dirt! Seriously, do they like the pain? Your host is running down an escalator thats going up to save himself from being run over by a bunch of love struck shopping zombies.
Eight.Short Term Memory Loss. I hate the fact that I forgot my eighth point!!!! Lets fill it with some other stuff. All my Fav channels replaced by Christmas shows. Who the hell thought up Polar express? I’ll get my hands on him! Thank god for making DVD rentals. But “WE ARE CLOSED TONIGHT – Merry Christmas” Who invented this stupid day? You dont even get to see a movie! I’ll go get some sleeping pills. But Nooooooo! get your tail back here and smile for the camera. After a few blinded minutes, you get your vision back from the camera flash, you get pushed around by the cousins (?) and other children who play with your CD collections like frizzbee! OMG, we forgot Carol Singers. Thats my eight point! Not proper Carol Singers like in church choirs, they’re very pleasant and always welcome (I ain’t going there!). I’m talking about those little sods who turn up on your doorstep a month before Christmas. I think we’re all familiar with them. You stand there nodding sleepy and eyes closed, shivering in cold when there wackos sing WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS until they make your sleep go away. That goes till morning. They don’t even know the words! Next day, I wake up singing carols in my mind. Then I would have to bang my head on the wall to make it stop.
Nine.Waste of Time. I hate to think of the hours I will be spending in the following days to write about, Why I hate New year, Easter, George bush, Cats, Lamas and The Grinch — who is green, just like me!, But not like me at all. I also made a silly webpage to express my anger and linked it to the blast, But in my anger I uploaded the HTML file with Christmas spelled wrong! Dont you just hate that? click here (look at the address)
Last,Angry teens. I hate it when people like me just whine that they dont like Christmas. If we didn’t have Christmas, I wouldn’t have had time to think up all this junk.
Now, I don’t HATE it much, But I find it strange, unnatural, unhealthy, unnerving & possible danger to life and sanity, that’s all.
I want to thank all my friends for calling me a Grinch that Blogged Christmas. 
.You can either keep quiet or say nothing at all….. I’m going out. But it will be so hard to keep your mouth shut when you hear things that you just cannot agree with (My rant). But fortunately for me, I’m able to think like people whom I disagree with. Too bad if you cant.
Smile. Have a Hateless new year. I’m conserving my energy for this vicious circle for many more years to come.
- Ebeneezer 
