cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/40632364

For those that can’t stand this time of the year, my misery seeks company. What does it for you?

For me: aside from the usual family stuff:

I worked front-end in a post office back when that meant a line-up before I opened the doors to the end of the day when I had to inform the line-up that was still out the door that, yes, I was going to close on time. (Some didn’t take that well. For me it was just another Tuesday…)

It meant a lot of work with little thanks and I had to listen to the same shitty Xmas playlist over and over all day.

Edit/PS: The quick downvote sells it. Perfection. chefs kiss

  • Narri N.@lemmygrad.ml
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    4 hours ago

    Well, it’s the darkness that comes living near the arctic circle, that shit makes me question my will to live every year by itself. Thankfully we are not on the northern side, meaning that we get that sweet 4-6 hours of daylight this time of year before the sun sets again.

    The christmas stuff starts creeping in to the stores before Halloween, even though Halloween isn’t something that’s a familiar celebration around here (but we’re a good little vassal state apparently, so whatever). And after that’s over with it’s just more and increasing amounts of christmas stuff. I hate it, it’s just worthless plastic waste that costs an inordinate amount of money because of reasons.

    The music that plays on every radiostation and in every store at every time. All the songs are usually just translations of Usian shit jingles, all of which are way too cheerful and really way too fucking American for my taste, and those few that aren’t are just straight up hymns and/or psalms and I really don’t vibe with any amount of religiosity.

    It’s a time for family, they say, which to me seems to be a way of guilt tripping me to visit people who stress me most, but feel bad when I immidiately want to leave and just go home.

    There is a memory of a christmas here, some kind of an idea. But when I see the soulless eyes of plastic reindeer and hear the cheerless and lifeless jingle of plastic bells in the store where I (and WAY TOO MANY PEOPLE at THE SAME TIME) am franticly trying to find everything that everyone tells me that I need to buy in order to have a merry christmas, I realize that it’s simply not there. It doesn’t exist. Maybe it never did.

    I look outside, and instead of the half a meter of snow I remember having fallen by this time of the year in my childhood I usually see a fucking puddle.

    Thanks capitalism, you really do ruin everything for the rest of us, don’t you? Yeah you do.