d.valued's Journal: Hating the holidays

It's the most nerve-wracking time of the year.

Hands down, the pressure put on you by society is highest this time of year, what with such nuggets as "X days 'til Christmas!" and "'Tis better to give than receive."

Thanks, Charles Dickens. He wrote more Christmas books than anyone else. Of course, there's the classic "A Christmas Carol" which has been bastardized into more works than anything else I can think of, and only concerns the material side.

If we were honest about it, we'd just do like the ancients and have solstice parties, unless we're really lucky and have a Saturnalia (though I think only 1% of the male /. population would be able to pull it off).

And the worst part is getting broke now. It's been six months since I've had steady work, and I had to quit that because, well, I couldn't afford to keep doing what I was doing.

Winter's hitting hard, and I don't know what in the hell I'm going to be doing tomorrow.