It’s that time of year again. That time when people are either screaming bah-humbug at unsuspecting, suspiciously cheerful strangers or playing Christmas music and baking pies in still 78-degree weather. I fall into the latter category …being slightly Christmas obsessed, I am generally on tether hooks by November 1st. No shame here. But with the usual buzz of holiday talk, my brain got to whirring…. Why do people care so much about what others are doing? Every single year without fail there are people all up and down my timeline arguing over the “appropriate time to start decorating” or either complaining about the immediate arrival of Christmas decorations after Halloween. I never understand it. If you have lived in America, then you know that this is par for the course. So why the incessant complaints?
Why do you care when Cynthia on the corner hangs her Christmas lights? Why do you roll your eyes in frustration when Gerry from cubicle 3 pulls into the lot blaring Jingle Bells? Is your day really ruined when Linda from high school post a photo of her fully decorated Christmas tree on November 5th? Are these complaint worthy? Five Facebook paragraph complaint worthy? I just want someone, somewhere to tell me WHY IT MATTERS. Personally, I start decorating the day after Thanksgiving. It’s been a tradition in our family and usually the day after, we all go out and get a tree and spend the day decorating it and omg I am so excited. But that’s me. I shamelessly start playing my Christmas music well before that day though. Why? Because it makes me happy. I grew up in a sort of volatile household and Christmas was always a slight reprieve from that. I have always held it close to me and even as old as I am now, I am still positively giddy about the holiday. Even my husband, who was always neutral, gets excited when this time of year rolls around.
In 2017, people are way too caught up in other people’s happenings. Listen. If Linda’s tree photos offend you that much, unfollow her. Better yet, delete your account and engage in a worthwhile hobby. Write to your congressman. Find something else to complain about; in 2017 there are a plethora of viable options. If the store decorations set your nerves on edge, shop online. Drain all the gas from your car so that you won’t be tempted…or even try moving away to a remote area. I encourage you all to enter in 2018 with the intent to mind your own damn business. Let’s all say that together: “In 2018, we will mind our own damn business.” See? Doesn’t that feel nice? In a world full of over sharers, news feeds and status updates, this can be difficult but I have faith in you. YOU CAN DO THIS. Learn something about yourself. Try to figure out what it is about you that makes you care so much about things that have nothing to do with you.
I suppose this was sort of a rambly, sarcastic post but I feel better for having written it. Hopefully someone out there will walk past Cynthia’s house next week, the only one in the whole neighborhood with bright red and green lights twinkling in every direction, and instead of rushing home to complain to her exasperated Facebook friends, she will sigh inwardly and say, “I will mind my own damn business.”
Until next time, keep smiling.
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