Christmas Observations From A Cranky Washed Up Old Man

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Poppy

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From a young boy, I’ve observed the 3 general phases of the “season of perpetual hope”.

Pre-Christmas: running around getting presents… being rude in stores/restaurants/roadways…you get to turn that up several notches…after all YOUR Christmas is the only one that matters. Getting that “it” toy or gift for your loved ones is do or die… really it’s probably just crap that will be discarded into the pile of other old crap that wasn’t needed anyways.

Christmas day: love and harmony… that warm fuzzy as your loved one opens up their box-o-crap… probably an unneeded item anyways. Still everyone feels great about their crap exchange. Of course there’s always the drunk Uncle or Aunt xxx that makes an ass out of himself… or the family member that chooses to off himself/herself in the family home… leaving an everlasting impression on future family holiday seasons. Let’s not forget the domestic violence that always peaks… little suzie/johnnie gets to open their box-o-crap while mom has a black eye and dad is sitting down in county lockup…again.

After Christmas and the next ~330 days: go back to hating everything and everyone that doesn’t align with your thoughts/beliefs/views.
 
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Not funny actually…… a few years back, I had a coworker that had his 20yo stepson blow his brains out on Christmas eve in the family hallway bathroom. Several small children were in the house opening presents
 
How do some people seem to get so selfish about suicides. Never been in that dark of a place so I can’t figure it out.

With all my alcohol issues I choose not to drink during big family gatherings cause I don’t know what’s the result except embarrassment and shame.
 
Youd be amazed at what the brain is thinking when it has a Remington 1100 12ga semi auto stuck in its mouth.
 
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