Enjoy The Weekend Instead

It's official. I'm not a fan of holidays. I used to think that The Fourth of July was my favorite, but after careful evaluation of the last 8 years of the explosive event...it's not. I haven't been a fan of Christmas since the third grade. It would take too many hours on someone's couch for me to go in depth about that one.

Thanksgiving was an option. You'd think that being surrounded by good eats would sway my opinion, but nahhhhh. I could care less. Some people consider their birthday to be a holiday. Not me. If I went away somewhere by myself and did something alone, I'd be fine. I truly appreciate all of the nice things that people do for me on my bday...but I always feel bad. It's some deeply embedded guilt switch that runs in my family. It flips on and off at will. Watch out! You never know when it might strike!

I used to love Easter too. It's really close to my birthday. But, as the years have gone on and my inability to really be able to celebrate the holiday, have caused me to not really care for it either.

Wait! I probably should clarify that when it comes to the religious parts of some of the holidays, I like that part. I'm just the over commercialization. I'm sick of it. Let's just get back to eating with family, a quick celebration at church, and going home. How about that?

So I guess this is my official declaration of my lack of holiday enthusiasm. I'm over it. I think that holidays just end up making more people sad than happy somehow. More people seem to be hurting and then feel even worse because they think that they are supposed to be happy because of the holidays. I'm tired of people hurting. So with that...I'm done. Let's just enjoy weekends instead. :)