Well, this Christmas ended up being a disaster, in part because of my big mouth, my stubbornness, and my temper (plus a large does of tiredness to boot), but I REFUSE to carry the full burden of blame alone. It takes two to argue.
One thing I learned - it's probably not a good idea to argue gun control
with a gun enthusiast while sitting at the dinner table during
Christmas lunch. It could very well ruin Christmas. It ruined mine.
Right at this very moment, I feel as if all that work I put into
Christmas lunch, especially all the work making pierogi, was for naught,
since the after-meal conversation turned into an argument that
effectively killed the whole Christmas spirit. Right at this very
moment, I wonder why I bother.
I used to love Christmas. I used to enjoy the Christmas season. Right
now, I hate it. Right now, it means nothing to me but lots of work,
cooking and cleaning until I'm so exhausted that what little patience I
have for people has been eroded away. Yes, I get tired doing all that
work, Yes, when I'm tired, I get easily irritated. Yes, when irritated, I
have little patience for stupid arguments at the dinner table.
Merry Christmas? Not this year! Christmas
ended up being less than merry and now I absolutely do not feel like
celebrating anything. I also feel rather hated at the moment.
thing that puzzles me a bit is this: why am I expected to be the one to
back down in an argument and drop the subject when the argument occurs
in my own home and the person arguing with me just partook of a
wonderful meal I spent two days preparing? Such is life, I guess.