I’ll begin.
First: Hearing “It’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” Is marginally more annoying than a sibling going “LA LA LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU LA LA LA LA”.
I hate most christmas songs for being overplayed, but I loathe that one with a passion. Any company that chooses to use it on their adverts is clearly deeply sadistic.
Second: brass Bands clogging up the street. Nobody between the ages of 5 and 75 enjoys them. Trust me. Even if you think you do, you really don’t.
Third: Strictly Cum Dancing needs to FOAD.
Fourth: Bah Humbug.
Restaurants and shops in town with speakers that play out onto the street.
Also, I’d love for the serious Christians to be able to take the holiday back, like 15th-century style, because something that is much more irritating to me than the Christian holiday (which is NOT really jammed down my atheist throat) is the Capitalist holiday, which is extremely hard to avoid, given familial and social pressure. If I no longer had to worry about giving gifts and having my pleas to receive none ignored and 3 months of cheesy music piped EVERYWHERE etc etc I would go to Christmas service every year of my life in appreciation and enjoy every minute of it (as long as I get to pick which sect I attend each year).
Amen to that. (capybara’s post. Annie’s crept in while I was typing this)
As you’ve aluded to: Gift giving has no real benefit to anyone except the companies we buy them from.
If any member of my family wants something chances are they’ll already have it. My shelves are full of books I have and will never read that were christmas gifts. My wardrobe and drawers full of clothes I never wear.
How about we… Keep the money and buy stuff we actually want, rather than buy other people stuff they don’t want. I know this is taking the bah-humbug a bit too far (I actually do enjoy giving, and to a lesser extent receiving) but I think we’d be better off if we just kept the money to buy stuff we actually want.
Edit:Or, as a compromise: We give money.
E2: Or how about we give money to charity. And say that’s why you’re getting no presents Brother/Dad/Mum/Grandma - because I gave it to children in need.
You know you just wasted $20 in gas* and 30 minutes of time^ driving around the parking lot to save 20 feet of walking, don’t you? You lazy fuck. Just fucking park in the first available space. You’ll survive (and likely benefit from) the experience, trust me.
*This rant would have been more relevant 4 months ago.
^Opportunity cost…not that these lazy fucks would know anything about that.
You god damned fucking pieces of shit, stop turning on the fucking PA speakers in our department. We are all fucking sick of the knock-off christmas music and 6 rounds of the disco Star Wars theme our parent company pipes in here. I don’t fucking care if you’re too fucking stupid to remember them all from the thousands of times it was played last year. If want to talk to us, call our damn phones it’s why they are there and we don’t answer the pages anyway. If I see you up here touching them again I’m going to shove our aluminum christmas tree up your ass and plug it in so it liquefies your insides.
Also, I’m visiting my parents, who live two fucking blocks from a fucking huge shopping mall, which is about a quarter mile from a fucking huge shopping center and the traffic is un-fucking-believable.
And also, stop with the emotional fucking blackmail, family. I don’t think I’m being totally controversial in saying that, as I am not a gift-loving person, don’t enjoy big parties, and most importantly am not a Christian nor member of any religion, Christmas is not my holiday and I don’t want to do the whole big gift-giving Christmas party bullshit this year. And no, tradition is not a legitimate reason for me to make myself crazy.
THANK YOU! I know it takes a little extra mental effort for you fucking morons to figure out how to fold a piece of paper to make a hexagon, but, trust me, it can be done.
And let me add that if you’d let me OUT of my parking space, the “first available space” would be available even sooner! :smack:
The gym I belong to is inside our massive local shopping mall. I can get there before the mall opens and find a parking space even now, no problem, but I still have to fight the crowds when I’m ready to leave.
(And I would like to anti-Pit my gym for seriously limiting the amount of Christmas music, both on the speakers and on the instructors’ playlists. I knew I loved that place.)
