I once lived with an upper-middle class family with your typical fat spoiled son and he got his presents, ripped them open, and played with them for a week before going back to ask his Dad for more crap. All Christmas was to him was all it was to most families now which is a need to buy more crap, not to spend family time together or have that one day where Mommy and Daddy are both home and spending quality time with the kids or a time to reflect upon the year, nope! Just buy more crap, here, base your happiness on how much sh*t that you can stock up and fuel our consumer driven life-cycles.
But I can't complain. I got a seasonal job at Toys R Us thanks to Christmas which bought me my first car which made it possible for me to get a better job and go to college. But still *sigh*
is it normal to hate my birthday?
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Urgh, Christmas..
I once lived with an upper-middle class family with your typical fat spoiled son and he got his presents, ripped them open, and played with them for a week before going back to ask his Dad for more crap. All Christmas was to him was all it was to most families now which is a need to buy more crap, not to spend family time together or have that one day where Mommy and Daddy are both home and spending quality time with the kids or a time to reflect upon the year, nope! Just buy more crap, here, base your happiness on how much sh*t that you can stock up and fuel our consumer driven life-cycles.
But I can't complain. I got a seasonal job at Toys R Us thanks to Christmas which bought me my first car which made it possible for me to get a better job and go to college. But still *sigh*