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.: 12.24.2012 


So, I have a lot of ill-defined anger and sorrow that gets stoked into a fire around Christmas.

The part I usually rant about—the part where Christmas, even secularized Christmas, is supposed to be so great and ends up being overshadowed by greed and capitalism and selfishness—is only some of what's going on there. I don't exactly know what the rest of it is, but part of it is feeling marginalized and pushed around (even when it's a subtle, gentle push) as a Pagan, and part of it is still mourning the loss of my sense of family when my parents divorced. Who tired, dear Gods bless them, tried so hard to pretend that things would still continue on as usual, and it's not their fault I was naïve enough to believe them, and it's not their fault that it hurt me so badly when I realized it just doesn't work that way.

So... yeah.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that the old saying about not judging other people because you don't know what battles they are fighting is true, and I try really hard to remember it but I don't always manage. Maybe if you'll try really hard with me, even if you don't always manage, we'll all be better off for it.

Happy belated Hannukah, Solstice, and Nonpocalypse Day. Merry Christmas, if that's your flavor. Joyous Kwanzaa. Happy Boxing Day, whatever the fuck that is, because no one really seems to know. Best wishes for 2013, since it looks like we won't be able to avoid it after all. But most of all, I hope we all find peace.

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