Thanksgiving Is God-Damn Depressing.

It involves a healthy amount of my favorite pet hates; extended family, crowded houses where there's no where to be alone, animated conversations in combined spaces, combined with an offensive sense of moral entitlement to make me share myself and join in said conversations.  Honestly it's even worse than having a girlfriend, since at least then I can get drunk and enjoy the sensation of sex while being dull to how damned obnoxious and loud it is.  I'm dreading the holiday already.

Christmas, well it's the same, except enjoyable to me.  I don't know why.  It certainly isn't the gifts or the early mornings.