Bah Humbug

I went cross country skiing yesterday. I know - riveting. Well, luckily it isn't the point of this blog, but I'm getting there. After a day of skiing in the sunny but cold day, I arrived home and took a scorching hot shower that lasted long enough to make environmental advocates visibly cringe. Once out of the blessed bathing stall, I became quite sleepy. Yet, it was only 6 pm. I struggled to keep my eyes open and wanted nothing more than the comfort of my bed and the blinding darkness of my room. But, it was only 6. I vowed to remain awake until 9 and ventured to my neighbor's house in the hopes that her company would keep me alert until the pre-determined bed time. My neighbor has TV, which is novel as I do not, so it often proves a useful distraction. Such is the case in this story. She promptly flipped to "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" or whatever the official name is. I was delighted as it is a favorite from childhood, but this was the version portraying real people dressed up like freaks that would never truly exist. The one with Jim Carrey. Inwardly reminding myself that beggars cannot be choosers, I sat quietly and let the TV erode more of my mind while seducing me into watching more. Whilst viewing this movie, I came to an important realization. An epiphany if you will. I found myself saying things like "Here, here, Brutha" when the grinch was at his most nasty and hateful, and I realized that I just might be a grinch myself. It is widely known amongst my friends that I hate Christmas (please review the "list of things I suck at" which was recently amended), or at least what it has become. But my feelings of comaraderie with the grinch didn't stop there, oh no. My concern grew when I realized that it was the grinch's general disdain for human-kind to which I truly related. I honestly enjoyed watching him ruin the Christmas festivities for the Whoville residents (who I generally viewed as idiots, half-wits, and losers) and felt that the grinch was "telling it like it is." I mean, honestly, what the hell is wrong with me??? Has it really come to this? The creature I most relate to is an outcast full of malice and hostility who isolates himself in a remote and isolated location? I'm sad to report that it has truly given me pause. And if I find that it is the case, is it a bad thing? Would I really want it any differently.

Merry Fucking Christmas...