I hate Christmas music
Dec. 2nd, 2003 02:52 amCall me Scrooge if you will, but I hate most Christmas music. I can easily count the number of times I want to hear "Jingle Bell Rock" (0), or "Deck the Halls" (also 0), or many other 'festive' songs. There are a few songs I do like to hear, but not too often... "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" is one, and not just because it's cruel to old people. The song "Santa Claus", to the tune of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" is another. And pretty much anything by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra that is Christmas related will work as well. But start humming "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" and there will be Hell to pay...
Tying in with this dislike of many of these songs is my dislike of people who try to cheer me up simply for the reason that it's the holiday season. Let's face it, overall, I'm a grumpy person. Trying to un-grump me is likely to fail, unless you are attractive, female, and offering me sexual favours in an effort to cheer me up. Simply saying "but it's the Christmas season" won't do anything but make me more grumpy in an effort to stave off the infectious cheerfulness (and yes, I consider it a virus) that contaminates most of the Christmas-celebrating fraction of humanity at this time of year.
Can I be in a good mood in December? Of course. It has been known to happen. But the default state is one of grumpiness, and curmudgeonly behavior. And, anticipating that response, no, under the layer of curmudgeon, you will not find a cheerful person waiting to get out. You will find another curmudgeon. One who hates bright lights, smiles, and has half a brick to bounce off your skull. Unless, of course, you're attractive, female, and offering me sexual favours.
Tying in with this dislike of many of these songs is my dislike of people who try to cheer me up simply for the reason that it's the holiday season. Let's face it, overall, I'm a grumpy person. Trying to un-grump me is likely to fail, unless you are attractive, female, and offering me sexual favours in an effort to cheer me up. Simply saying "but it's the Christmas season" won't do anything but make me more grumpy in an effort to stave off the infectious cheerfulness (and yes, I consider it a virus) that contaminates most of the Christmas-celebrating fraction of humanity at this time of year.
Can I be in a good mood in December? Of course. It has been known to happen. But the default state is one of grumpiness, and curmudgeonly behavior. And, anticipating that response, no, under the layer of curmudgeon, you will not find a cheerful person waiting to get out. You will find another curmudgeon. One who hates bright lights, smiles, and has half a brick to bounce off your skull. Unless, of course, you're attractive, female, and offering me sexual favours.