Christmas is getting closer and i just realised that it's not what it used to be, the highlight of the year for me is graduation day or perhaps first day of school. I almost hate everything about Christmas. Annoying kids running around smashing their gifts, screaming, crying and playing their sound based toys over and over and over again making them closely resemble those 6 year old girls and boys who are in love with Nsync and are playing their songs 24/7 for weeks. I hate the traditional Christmas food with the Swedish meatballs and mash potatoes and i hate pickled herring.
I know that your all thinking: "Oh boy, that not a jolly lad" and no, i am not. The only thing that keeps me alive from dusk to dawn on this godforsaken day is the gifts, witch my parents are damn good at getting wrong 50% of the times and to be honest they are not a surprise any more like they used to be. I just tell them what i want, usually what model, colour, seize, details or specifications depending on what i wish.
Like this year, i only want a headset, no clothes, no games, no accessories. Not like when i was 6 and got games, clothes and toys in ridiculous amounts. I'd even have to say that Christmas have been more pain than gain so to speak and i guess that's just a fact. Throwing away memorabilia is painful for some and less for others maybe cause it's throwing away a part of me that i don't remember. I can't say that i can relate to a specific location or time when i got my first ball at my first birthday. All i know about it is that we wore in Turkey and some Norwegians saw me and my parents eating cake and therefore bought a ball as a gift for me. It's fun and i keep the ball on a shelf above my bed. But i don't even know if it's true or make-believe but i would still naver throw the ball away.
Same thing applies for Christmas and it's gifts. I tend to get emotionally attached to junk and throwing it away is more painful than the equal amount in happiness from receiving it.
Christmas has changed and i have a feeling that the child inside me is dead.
I know that your all thinking: "Oh boy, that not a jolly lad" and no, i am not. The only thing that keeps me alive from dusk to dawn on this godforsaken day is the gifts, witch my parents are damn good at getting wrong 50% of the times and to be honest they are not a surprise any more like they used to be. I just tell them what i want, usually what model, colour, seize, details or specifications depending on what i wish.
Like this year, i only want a headset, no clothes, no games, no accessories. Not like when i was 6 and got games, clothes and toys in ridiculous amounts. I'd even have to say that Christmas have been more pain than gain so to speak and i guess that's just a fact. Throwing away memorabilia is painful for some and less for others maybe cause it's throwing away a part of me that i don't remember. I can't say that i can relate to a specific location or time when i got my first ball at my first birthday. All i know about it is that we wore in Turkey and some Norwegians saw me and my parents eating cake and therefore bought a ball as a gift for me. It's fun and i keep the ball on a shelf above my bed. But i don't even know if it's true or make-believe but i would still naver throw the ball away.
Same thing applies for Christmas and it's gifts. I tend to get emotionally attached to junk and throwing it away is more painful than the equal amount in happiness from receiving it.
Christmas has changed and i have a feeling that the child inside me is dead.
My dad always makes the best desert aswell.
