Female Friend 1: Hey Slim.
Slim: What’s up?
FF 1: Not much. What did you get your boo for Christmas?
FF1: OMG! Are you guys okay?
Slim: We agreed to bypass the holiday stress.
FF1: Sorry to hear. This is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year!
Slim: We’re not fighting or angry with each other.
FF1: Don’t worry. It’ll get better.
Slim: Our friendship won’t if you keep it up.
FF2: Hola Slim! What are you and your snuggly bear doing for the holidays?!
Slim: Um. Nothing. Why?
FF2: Wait, yall not gonna see each other?!
Slim: Nah. We each made separate plans. And no, we’re not doing the gift swap.
FF2: That’s terrible! I can’t believe you aren’t getting each other anything.
Slim: You shut your mouth when you’re talking to me…
**Yet another awkward silence**
During any holiday season when I have a boo, I go through this. Come to think of it, when I don’t have a boo I still go through this. The scenarios above are conversations I’ve had with female friends and associates verbatim and it drives me nuts. What the eff is the big deal about Christmas? I’m not a kid anymore!
I know. Some of us here love giving gifts and seeing the reaction on the recipient’s face. Others here have children and want to make sure the kids don’t grow up weird or hostile toward the other lads and lasses that have had happy holidays. Some of us actually think we’re celebrating the birth of Sweet Baby Jesus. And for those in that last batch, please do some research on the origins of Christmas. You will thank me later.
Anyways, as you can probably tell, I’m not a big fan of this time of year. Aside from getting a few days off from work, it doesn’t really do anything for me. I’m sure there are a good number of you out there as well who feel the same way. And if this is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year, why does everybody in the mall or in the mall’s parking lot look so stressed? I know that for many of the men I see, the stress is because they’re trying to conquer one of the many “moments of truth” of relationships. What exactly are the other “moments of truth”? Oh, that’s easy. I’m talking about birthdays, anniversaries, and Valentine’s Day. These are the special days that we’re supposed to remember and cook up some thoughtful and/or costly gift that tells the other person where exactly they rank in our lives.
And contrary to the tone of this post, I’m really not bitter or angry. I didn’t have anything awful happen to me as a a child or adult around this time of the year. I just feel like this gift-giving or acts of kindness thing should be done all the time. Visiting and spending time with family should be more than twice or thrice a year, unless you’re eating up the cost of a $300+ plane ticket for every trek you make and your pay doesn’t support such feats. Maybe we should change the name of these “moment of truth” or special days to Make Up Day 1, 2, and 3. Why? Because if we shine on these days it can make us feel better about all the things we didn’t do the other 362 or 361 days of the year.
What are your thoughts on the holiday season and the other typical special days? Do you celebrate any of them? How much do they matter to you? How much have they mattered to significant others? Have you found yourself changing your feelings about these days over the years? Let me know…and ish.
Not bitter. Not sweet. Just me,