I’ll admit, I haven’t exactly been feeling the Christmas Spirit the past little while.
Yes, we have the tree, and lights, and carols and parties galore! Not to mention, we’re young, in love, and engaged! Despite all that, things just haven’t been… cheery.
This morning over our usual Coffee and Breakfast TV in Bed, Neil and I figured out why: We’ve been trying to celebrate with people who are staunchly resisting celebration.
Now I know misery loves company and all that – you only need to glance toward any passel of angsty teenagers to figure that one out – but when did all these people I know turn into such… complainers and parade-rainer-on-ers?
Apparently unlike a lot of the people I’ve encountered of late, I’m pretty sure I’m managing to adhere to the “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all” school of interpersonal relations.
Unfortunately, after the week I’ve had, that mantra’s left me feeling mostly silent – because I refuse to let my good mood be dragged down and squelched by those who’d rather by cynical than celebratory.
Neil and I both spent FAR too many years of our lives with people whose default reaction to everything was negativity and suckitude.
The present we’re giving to ourselves this year? Spending time only with those who can muster up a smile and a happy holidays without following it up with a complaint or criticism or contradiction of some sort.
As far as this (obviously somewhat hypocritical) little rant? It’s the official end of my own personal Grinchitude.
And my Christmas wish to everyone else? That you take some time to realize how very blessed you are in your own lives, and end your campaigns of crankiness as well!