Christmas Confessions

1. If you make a big deal about people saying Christmas instead of holidays, I wonder why of all things to pick on, you pick this instead of being happy people are wishing you a merry or a happy anything. If you celebrate Christmas, YOU say Christmas and you don't worry about what anyone else says. If someone says Happy Holidays to you, feel free to reply with Merry Christmas if that's how you want to reply. Likewise, you can say Merry Christmas to someone and they can reply how they would like to reply. No one is telling YOU not to say Merry Christmas. Why is this so hard? It's like kindergarten level. There is not a finite amount of holiday spirit. There's enough to spread it around to people celebrating whatever holiday they celebrate.

2. The Christmas songs I like best are sad or depressing i.e.: Fairytale of New York by the Pogues, Hard Candy Christmas by Dolly Parton, Last Christmas by Wham!, Blue Christmas by Elvis.

3. Movies:
-I've never seen Love Actually and I don't have any desire to.
-The Home Alone family is chock full of assholes and I won't watch it. I prefer assholes of the Uncle Louis/Christmas Vacation variety. THE BLESSING.

4. You can always pick out the gifts I've wrapped - they look like festive crime scenes. Ho ho ho a psycho wrapped these!

5. I think the Elf on the Shelf is a hideous little turdburglar.

6. I adore Christmas Eve, it's always so relaxed and jolly. Christmas Day, meh. I feel like I'm always running to see someone or be somewhere at a certain time and just running on empty in general after a full season of celebrations. Christmas to me is much about the events and the festiveness of the month leading up to it, and when it's over, it's over. I am not looking to extend it. My personal idea of hell is having my Christmas stuff up inside for more than a month, which is why I put it up the Sunday after Thanksgiving and take it down in stages between 12/27 and 1/4.

7. I say HO HO HOooooooooooooo throughout the season a la the Santa in A Christmas Story to the point of being extremely annoying (I'm sure).

8. I love to see gorgeous Martha Stewart-esque Christmas scenes but have no desire to have them in my home.

9. I haven't decorated a tree in over 12 years. I rely on my perfectionist tree decorating husband to do that...

10. but the thought of one day having a home with numerous trees, some of them themed, entices me. I still don't want to decorate them though. Just bask in their glory. Even though this year's tree has been up un decorated aside from white lights for over two weeks, the glow of it is still just awesome.

In my midnight confessions...when I say all the things that I want to

I don't mind encountering small to medium grade douchebags because there's usually fun in recounting the tale.

I can't let an actual sleeping dog lie - I have to pet it or hug it or kiss it, which of course wakes the dog up.

Shit has been piling up in our basement room that is a catch all for the house and Summer Steph has been dealing with that. And by dealing with that, I mean that Summer Steph doesn't give a shit about de-cluttering the basement and putting things away because that B is lazy.

When the weather is as awful liquid hot magma hot and take your breath away humid like it's been this week, I feel like going back in time and round house kicking everyone who prayed for summer.

Have I mentioned that while I love things about each season, summer is my least favorite? I know, only the not-fun kids dislike summer. I'm okay with it.

If you post a photo of the temperature of your car, even if I love you more than life, I dislike you a lot as soon as I see that photo. It's fleeting, but the dislike is there.

Harry Potter references annoy me.

I've been eating ice cream more often than I've not been eating ice cream and you can tell.

I left my planner at work over last weekend because I didn't feel like lugging it on the plane with me. I felt like a part of me was missing and kept panicking a little on Sunday.

After watching Lost Boys for the zillionth time on Sunday night, I spent a solid 35 minutes thinking about how I'd deal with an influx of vampires in my life.

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What makes me tick: being reserved

One of my nightmares is someone drawing attention to me in a crowd. A stand up comedian pointing me out. Someone making me come up to the front and do something. Center stage is not a place for me and if you try to cajole me onto it literally or figuratively, you will piss me off.

Cue the extroverts out there: Oh come on! Live a little! You're no fun! Correct. I am no fun in the spotlight because I have no fun in the spotlight. But a blog is like a spotlight I broadcast from myself, isn't it? The act of blogging itself is extroverted.

Like most people, I have both introvert and extrovert tendencies. I think it's crazy to think you're either or even though that's all the rage these days. While I tend to think of myself more as an introvert, I'm not ever afraid to speak up or out, connect, make eye contact, talk to strangers, meet someone for the first time, or anything like that, all of which are extrovert characteristics. I'm very forthcoming in person. But put the spotlight on me and I am a deer in headlights.

I think that has a lot to do with me being reserved, which can be misconstrued as self conscious or shy - while it's neither of those, it's definitely introverted. Shyness implies fear of interacting with and approaching others. I have no problem with that. I'm also rarely self conscious - I've done plenty of things that make me look the fool and just don't give a fuck about how I appear to other people a majority of the time.

So what's the difference between shy and reserved? Being reserved means I just typically prefer to keep more of myself behind a wall until I know you better. I reserve part of my real self, get it? It's a defense mechanism. I will talk to someone I don't know all the live long day in general terms about any number of topics, but I will likely not actually reveal much about myself. I excel at holding people at arm's length when I want or need to.

When you're in, you're in, so you might never have even seen the wall. I'm also good at hiding it from you when it is there, because it's not in place to make you feel bad. It's not a wall that's built to keep you out - it's a wall that's there to keep me in until I'm comfortable enough to take it down.

I think it's interesting to think about all the different facets of our personalities and what makes us tick. What's something that makes you tick? Do you have more introvert or extrovert tendencies?

 

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Confessions: On Being Alone

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I avoid people who aren't comfortable being alone because I'm afraid if we hang out, they're going to look to me for constant entertainment and want to talk to me the whole entire time. I'm good with some comfortable silence. I need it.

Also, I think you have issues to sort out if you're not comfortable in your own company. Gotta keep it real.

The only person I like to shop with is Lori. We have a similar browsing style and speed.

Sometimes I specifically plan to have no plans. And I get annoyed when someone tries to bust in and fill that time like they feel sorry for me because I don't have plans. I do. I've planned to hang out alone. It's called me time. Get some.

When I'm in the car alone for a long period of time, I sing my heart out like you all do, and I imagine I'm being filmed by MTV singing covers because I'm a famous singer. People clearly have nothing better to do than to watch me drive while singing other people's songs.

I can't recharge if I don't have alone time. It's one of the ways I practice self-care.

Even though I'm very social and I put myself out there on the internet daily on a blog, I'm actually more of an introvert. I'm quite comfortable being alone and enjoy it a lot.

I love to go out to dinner alone armed only with whatever book I'm reading at the moment.

If I couldn't retain my independence in my marriage, I wouldn't be in it. It's odd that a shared value of independence is the thing that makes MFD and I work so well.

Part of what fuels my writing is observations on others and their behavior. Park me by myself on a bench or a beach and give me a pair of sunglasses and a notebook and I'm happy as a clam.

What about you? Do you value your alone time? 

Any confessions to make about your alone time activities? Don't be a perv. 

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