A Matter of Hours

It is now Xmas Eve morning. I just now finished wrapping all the presents, excluding the few last minute ones later on. Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to get to bed. Instead I thought I should write something.... not sure what, but...something.

So here I am, risking the chance of being under rested for the big couple of days, trying to think of something to write.

This is one of the first Xmases I can think of that I haven't been all that excited about. I have a more "let's get this over with" feeling towards it.... I'm not sure why.

Maybe it's dealing with the whole family that I'm uneasy about. I used to be extremely proud of my family, and I still am, but I feel the tension during gatherings has increased. There is more of a "walking on eggshells" feeling.

A lot of my generation in the family has grown into their own selves, unfortunately, that isn't so good. A few have turned yuppie, and bitchy, and seem to have lost a lot of the courtesy they once had. If you get them a gift they don't like, they are liable to throw it back at you. They take everything for granted, a fact that made me suggest that we don't waste our money on the likes of them. And as I have grown, it is increasingly harder to keep my mouth shut.

I really can't stand that attitude. I am grateful for every single gift I get, whether I like it or not. It's not the gift, it's what drives the person to get it for you. I hope that people buy me gifts not out of the feeling that they have to, but because they want to. It shouldn't be this feeling some of the others give off..... the "yeah, but if we get them nothing we'll be blacklisted" feeling of guilt buying. Personally if they are going to act like that, I think I prefer to be blacklisted.

So much for the cheery merry xmas post, eh. Anyway, have fun and be safe. :)