i really don’t care that much about christmas anymore. i think after so many years of disappointment during the holidays, i’m just going to not expect a single good thing to come out of them. and i’m not just talking about gifts; i’m talking about all of the petty family problems that arise out of our closer and longer proximity to one another.

don’t get me wrong: i love my family. but when we’re all stressed out about jobs, exams, money, etc. at the same time, in the same place, in the same waking hours, it’s bound to get a little tense in my house.

it’s times like these i wish i went off to some out-of-province university so that i might fully enjoy the times i spend with my family during the holidays. but as much as i’m afraid of stepping on any of my family’s already bitter toes, i’m just as afraid of starting a new life somewhere else.

side note: new review at dullsville for “relic”.