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Bad memories for the holidays
- Thread starter slobake
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All I can do in this thread is wish everyone who posts well, and hope that every Christmas of yours is better than the last.
...and I'll be sure to thank my family for being drama-free and functional. I've been extremely fortunate and seeing this thread makes me realize that even more so.
Sorry to hear about the bad memories, Slo, and glad to hear that you haven't let it dictate how you treat the next generation.
My Christmas memories are pretty happy, I have to admit. It's more recently that it's become more stressful. My mom and my wife had a long time that they really didn't get along. More recently they have more of a cordial truce, for which I'm grateful. But it still means that I can't just relax and enjoy family gatherings; I feel we need to limit exposure before someone starts to rub the wrong way, and keep a vigilant eye for any signs of trouble. But compared to what some people have had to deal with, I guess I've been lucky.
My Christmas memories are pretty happy, I have to admit. It's more recently that it's become more stressful. My mom and my wife had a long time that they really didn't get along. More recently they have more of a cordial truce, for which I'm grateful. But it still means that I can't just relax and enjoy family gatherings; I feel we need to limit exposure before someone starts to rub the wrong way, and keep a vigilant eye for any signs of trouble. But compared to what some people have had to deal with, I guess I've been lucky.
This time of year I get tired of hearing xMas songs on the radio, so I have Black Sabbath loaded up on the CD drive & Testament on the thumb drive.
While I can't abide your negative attitude towards carols, I applaud anything related to Black Sabbath, especially on xmas.
They're not even carols, but I get tired of hearing Father Christmas from the Kinks, or the one Billy Idol does, about screaming at the xMas tree.
Here is my fave xMas song:
Here is my fave xMas song:
I used to have a friend who would force me to listen to Sinatra in his car. We're going up the Motorway into Bangkok at 120 kph with "I did it my way" on the CD player. Argh!
I croon along with ol Blue Eyes every silly season. It makes me a better person.
Listening to Mercyful Fate during xMas makes me a better person.
We are fabulous.
I think I ask this every year but I never remember the answer. You know that xmas carol where the dude is trying to stop his lady friend from leaving because of the weather? Does he end up scoring or does she leave in the end?
He bangs her and then kicks her out in the cold. There's a sketch about it with Jimmy Fallon and one of the newer female cast members on SNL (Cecily Strong).
Watch Baby, It's Cold Outside from Saturday Night Live on NBC.com
Watch Baby, It's Cold Outside from Saturday Night Live on NBC.com
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slo, I know you're hardly alone with Christmas trauma. I feel lucky to not have anything from my past that haunts me around this time of year. There are plenty of other times of year where I have Stuff, but I get off light at Christmas - just the usual griping about crowds and commercialism and busy-ness.
I do have a funny story with a dark side, though, or maybe it's a dark story with a funny glint, I'm not sure which:
Many many years ago, when I was in college, I went through a very difficult time which culminated in a suicide attempt involving a train. I was stopped just far enough from its path that my physical injuries were confined to what you get when you're tackled hard onto a concrete sidewalk. But they figured it, and what precipitated it, was serious enough that it merited a month in a locked psych unit. That month was November, and they did spring me so that I (with an escort) could go to a friend's house on Thanksgiving. A few days later, they let me out for real.
That ended fall semester for sure, not that it hadn't been over since April. I had been withdrawn from all my classes long since, but I stayed in the dorm and just kinda existed. I still had my job doing sound/lights/video/projection with the tech department, not that they called me.
Friday afternoon before finals week, the phone rings and it's my boss. Since he's calling, and calling then, he must be truly desperate for someone to run the movie that night, but in his voice I hear great reluctance. I can tell he simply doesn't want to ask, but the film should have been spliced yesterday morning, and he must be out of options. I say 'yes yes, of course,' happy to get out there and do something useful, and being mad at myself that everybody thinks I'm so fragile that they are absolutely loathe to ask me to do simple tasks.
I get dressed and walk over to the venue, not thinking anything in particular except that I hope the film is not too beat up. I'm not all that good at splicing, but I've done it enough to know that films always break at other people's splice points. Then I realize that I don't know what film I'm showing. Boss didn't say, and I didn't check. Ah well, it doesn't matter; I'd find out soon enough.
It's a Wonderful Life
Dang you, gods!
I do have a funny story with a dark side, though, or maybe it's a dark story with a funny glint, I'm not sure which:
Many many years ago, when I was in college, I went through a very difficult time which culminated in a suicide attempt involving a train. I was stopped just far enough from its path that my physical injuries were confined to what you get when you're tackled hard onto a concrete sidewalk. But they figured it, and what precipitated it, was serious enough that it merited a month in a locked psych unit. That month was November, and they did spring me so that I (with an escort) could go to a friend's house on Thanksgiving. A few days later, they let me out for real.
That ended fall semester for sure, not that it hadn't been over since April. I had been withdrawn from all my classes long since, but I stayed in the dorm and just kinda existed. I still had my job doing sound/lights/video/projection with the tech department, not that they called me.
Friday afternoon before finals week, the phone rings and it's my boss. Since he's calling, and calling then, he must be truly desperate for someone to run the movie that night, but in his voice I hear great reluctance. I can tell he simply doesn't want to ask, but the film should have been spliced yesterday morning, and he must be out of options. I say 'yes yes, of course,' happy to get out there and do something useful, and being mad at myself that everybody thinks I'm so fragile that they are absolutely loathe to ask me to do simple tasks.
I get dressed and walk over to the venue, not thinking anything in particular except that I hope the film is not too beat up. I'm not all that good at splicing, but I've done it enough to know that films always break at other people's splice points. Then I realize that I don't know what film I'm showing. Boss didn't say, and I didn't check. Ah well, it doesn't matter; I'd find out soon enough.
It's a Wonderful Life
Dang you, gods!
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