texchan | I am the Christmas Ebil ... (Reply)

So, I'm running behind on my Christmas shopping. Like, way, way behind, considering I have to mail pretty much all of my gifts. We decided to stay in Virginia this year, instead of trekking down to Texas. It's cheaper, since we don't have to pay for the pet sitter ... plus, considering how demanding our two extended families can be, I think it'll end up being a more restful, peaceful, and enjoyable holiday for us, too. But, the down side is that we have to mail all the gifts down there. And, I have had pretty much NO desire to do any sort of Christmas shopping. I swear, I get worse about this stuff every year. I don't know what's wrong with me - if I'm just getting more and more jaded as I get older, or if I really and truly did get sick of spending the time and effort to find that "perfect" thing that will put a smile on a loved one's face ... and getting, like, socks and underwear in return. OK ... not as bad as socks and underwear, but close. Even so, I tell myself it's supposed to be the thought that counts ... and that this season is supposed to be about giving. And, it is. I mean, I don't care about what I receive as a gift ... or if I even receive anything. What hurts is feeling like I put forth a lot of thought and effort, when others can't be bothered to think of me at all. I'm not sure if this makes any sense, and I'm almost positive I sound entirely too emo-whiny here. *shameful slink*

Anyhow, the stress of knowing I can't possibly get all this shopping done on time, plus the in-general state of holiday "blah" that seems to be plaguing me over the past couple of years, has combined to make me giddy and a bit ... ebil. I'm having the almost uncontrollable desire to purchase the absolute, most inappropriate gifts I can find for people. Like, a pentagram necklace for my very religious mom, who thinks anime is satanic. Or, a Pink Floyd CD for my too-strict aunt, who I love, but who really needs to lighten the heck up already.

Plus, I keep visiting the journal entry I made right before this one -- just so I can imagine myself licking that Sanzo fancel. *tries to look innocent ... fails in a big way*

Argh! Yes ... I am going to hell. I truly, truly am. I can hear the handbasket coming for me, even over the sounds of my fingers clicking across the keyboard as I type. O.O