So, Christmas, huh? I’m not much of a holiday type of guy, apart from Halloween where it’s acceptable to dress like a moron and eat sweets. I was all set to spend this Christmas alone, got my pizzas, a copy of Screwed, Die Hard, Gremlins and Strings, which isn’t a Christmas movie but is really rather good and you should get it. Super serious, a fantasy drama starring marionettes only, what’s not to love? The tagline is great, too. “Tied by hate. Bound by love.” It’s all, like, strings and shit, also DRAMA. Awesome.
Any ways, a good friend of mine asked if I wanted to take his place at his folks with both them and his two Sisters. I danced around the idea, because it sounded weird. I decided to go. And it was, in fact, pretty weird. In a good way, you know? I tested myself, to see how long I could go without making a bad joke and ruining the whole season for everyone on the planet. Highlights included jumping on a mattress whilst eating chocolate and drinking energy soda pop type crap and getting some unexpected presents, like the “My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down” hardback by David Heatley, a tin whistle and two Party Time cassettes for babies. Nice haul!
Before you click away, this isn’t a diary. I thought about this thing right here, man. I finally realised, with a lot of help from the afore mentioned good friend, that I was a part of something, with friends and good times that will easily pass you by if you don’t pay attention, and before you know it 12 years have gone by and you’re still talking about the time you saw your Mother naked in the shower. Of course, not every damn thing is magic and should require you to marvel at how fucking amazing it is. Not everything gets to be a movie starring nothing but marionettes, both tied by hate and bound by love.
So, I’m back tracking, trying to see how I got to this point. How the fuck did I wind up in the sort of position where I would be spending an International holiday with strangers? I think I made it happen, like a chain-reaction sort of deal. Years ago, I invite a guy to play at a small festival I was putting on. Years later, I’m eating Christmas dinner with his parents. Now I see that the new apartment has become the place for people I know in the city to hang out. How did I go from being a shut in to this? I took part in something, I started college and met people. Sure, I was shy and quiet, but it worked out. I was terrified I would be around asshole kids who like awful music and I’d want to punch, but there’s only one of them (Fuck that guy). I’m all of a sudden part of a scene. That friend put it the best, most succinct way possible, “Some day you’re just gonna have to accept that people like you.” Despite trolling my own life, I’ve come out pretty OK!
Just like holidays, I’m not one for new years resolutions. The last one I made was that I’m never going to make new years resolutions again and I don’t want to spoil my fifteen year streak, but seeing as how 2012 is all armageddoney, what with Nostradamus saying so and calendars being made illegal or whatever, I’m gonna try to make this one fairly awesome, leave the apartment more and see what other shit I can make happen, like fires and sodomy, or meet people who are also into those things. I’m gonna continue with my idea of not trying to meet chicks, but meet people. Expect documentation, but let’s be honest, don’t hold your breath. In the mean time, find shit to do, and thanks for being a part of this year with me. Without even realising it for some reason, I looked passed the fact that you’re not a number, you’re a person, and whatever the reason you choose to listen is, I’m glad you did.
Fuck off, now!
