My new favorite holiday. Let’s import it to the US. ‘Tis the time of year when people love to give me and my family loads of shit we don’t want or need. And th

My new favorite holiday. Let’s import it to the US. ‘Tis the time of year when people love to give me and my family loads of shit we don’t want or need. And then it becomes my job to figure out how to best dispose of it all. They’ve given me the best gift of all, another chore I hate. And then I’m obligated to guess what shit other people want when they’re perfectly capable of getting it for themselves if they want. I like the family gatherings. I like seeing everyone and talking and laughing with them. I really do enjoy it. But I dread the part when it’s time to open all the wrapped up shit no one really needs. Even as a kid it made me uncomfortable but I didn’t know why. Looking back I see it was because even then I was realizing I didn’t need more toys and I was learning that even if I enjoyed it or wanted it, that feeling was fleeting and I would soon forget about it. It began to see how wasteful it all was and realize I was happier just not getting more crap I didn’t actually need. No more shit-giving this holiday, just enjoy each other’s company.