I thought that, following the tradition of starting the holiday seasons early, I would offer up a pit of the holidays.*
Hopefully I’m not the only one here who thinks this, but fuck the holidays. Screw Halloween, screw Santa, and screw the turkey (but not cranberry sauce).
Halloween has passed and Thanksgiving is soon on its way followed by Christmas, New Years and Valentine’s. I have composed a short list as to why I hate the holiday season.
A.) Hallowgivingmas. This is the name I’ve given the phenomenon where all of the holidays are gradually becoming one gigantic commercial mash without any breaks in between. Meijer’s already had Christmas decorations out before Halloween was even over (I know, maybe this is the way that it has always been but I am just noticing it now for the first time). But come on! Why don’t I just stuff my jack-o-lantern with a turkey filled with Christmas candy. Let’s toss in some Cadbury Crème Eggs and get Easter out of the way while we’re at it, too. I won’t start on the commercialization of the holidays, since I’m sure there will be future pits about that.
B.) Being poor. I’m a college student in debt. While life’s not terrible, I highly doubt that I’ll be jumping into a high paying job right after college. Mayhap a job at Cinnabuns along with my fellow liberal art graduates, if I’m lucky. I have a job on campus, but it’s just enough to pay for groceries.
This really sucks when I want to buy presents for all of my relatives. A homemade pine-cone turkey just doesn’t cut it anymore. I plead with family members not to get me anything anymore, since I genuinely feel bad, but I’m usually answered with something shiny and giftwrapped in the end. Argh! I hate that I cannot give them everything that they have given me. It makes me feel like the small child (that I am, financially) and reminds me that I still have so long to go before I can give them things back in return.
2.) Familial obligations. On a more serious note, I really hate the feeling of obligation to spend time with family. I wish I could hide under a rock during this season. My parents divorced last Christmas (luckily I was out of the country during that time) so this will be my first time having to share myself between my mom and dad.
I’m not really upset over the divorce (rather glad that my dad finally did it, actually), but I’m still pissed at my mom. Not to delve too much into her (I could devote an entire Pitting to her), I’ll just say that it’s not fun having a drunken mother who never raised me, tried to use me and my siblings as an excuse to cheat on my father, didn’t care enough to keep in touch with me for an entire year when I was abroad, and whose first sentence to me after being apart for a year was “Does your father still have that picture he bought for me in San Fran?”:rolleyes: Needless to say, I don’t want anything to do with the woman. The tough part is that since she is living with my grandmother now, seeing all of my relatives means having to see her, too. Since I’m not very close to her side of the family, I would much rather say “screw it” and go spend my time with my Dad and his side of the family (with whom I am much closer, since they helped to raise me when my mom was too nuts to do so). Let’s see, spend my time with a bunch of chain smoking alcoholics or with people I can actually relate to, hmmm. :dubious: But, I always have that whisper of a conscience that says “They’re still your family! Your grandmother is old! You were the glue that held your family together, go be the peacekeeper! Go spend time with them or something bad will happen and you’ll regret it!” and each time, the only thing that I do regret is going there in the first place. I leave there sour, dumbfounded by the stupidity of my mother, and smelling like an ashtray. I’m surprised that my conscience hasn’t been smothered by all the second-hand cigarette smoke I’ve inhaled since I was little.
I don’t know what it’s going to be like having to spend the holidays with my mom…Miserable, I guess. I’ve only seen her once this year and it was the most miserable five hours ever. I fucking hate seeing her. I hate going over to visit her family. I hate this coming holiday season because I’m going to have to run into her for the sake of being with my family. I hate the tightness in my chest I get as I realize with dread that I’ll be on winter vacation in less than a month.
5.) Oh, and I pit Valentine’s because it’s a sappy Hallmark holiday and it’s the day before my birthday so my birthday usually gets overshadowed.
Major or minor, what are everyone’s holiday pittings?
*This is my first Pit, please don’t hurt me…too much. 
