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sort of christmasy …

replace weekend with christmas & you’re sorted:

#YouAreWelcome & i’ll see you on the flip side!

not my meme :)


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xmas.

yes, i’m avoiding all the xmas posts

& shit.

but y’all do you boo’s!

*waving the middle finger salute from the corner of the room*

;)


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big ups to those:

who hate this time of year,

for what ever reasons.

may the force be with you lovelies!

from Me.


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strangely enough though,

i’m actually in a good mood ;)


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argh, christmas …

i’m more in tune with the grinch than that fat white dude that apparently comes down the chimney to eat your cookies & leave gifts … okay, so if that’s not creepy then i’m not sure what is right!!!

anyway, FB, town, friends houses … are all getting lit with the ‘christmas spirit’ apparently, cos its fucking christmas & this is the time to be all festive & expensive & good vibey & shit …

but i aint doing it this year … @ all.

i announced to the girls i’m not ‘doing christmas’ this year, as set out on the gregorian bullshit calendar. it’s not christs birthday, so what are we celebrating?

this year it’s officially become a celebration of ‘december day’: a day when the mokos papa gets a day off’ve the working bullshit. *insert eyeball roll* it’s some fucked up shit all right.

i’ll leave the rest of my christmas sentiments, right here:


its not my meme. but i like it. wish i had’a thought of it.

oh well …


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once upon a time,

there was “Christmas”:

a narrative that

normalises

an old white dude

breaking into your home,

hanging around a bit

and leaving gifts …

while you sleep.

….

Wonder who benefits from that narrative.


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oh yes, its that ‘christmas’ thing

It’s that time of year where the expectations shoot through the roof.

What do I mean – other than the usual …’buy me’, ‘try me’ thing?

Digression:

Pts(d) has a few quirks to it. They aren’t excuses or slight difficulties; they are what make the diagnosis PTS fucking D.

Breaking it down for the simple-tons:

Theres the “P” for ‘Post’ … meaning: Past or after.

Theres the “T” for ‘Traumatic’ … meaning: so mind fucking, body bending, make and shake You fuckery that it completely fucks over your mind, body and soul.

Theres the “S” for ‘Stress’ … meaning: weight … big old weight on the body and mind that doesn’t go away with a little R&R. It stays; sets up camp and feeds on your soul.

Theres the “D” for ‘Disorder’ … and although I beg to argue this tag, it means: It’s a mental illness because it messes with yah feng shui.

Yes these are the typical “Me” translations, but you get my drift ay.

So what this bitch does to the body and mind and soul, are managed and battled on the, D for daily!

And then comes these glorious times of year, where yah breathing and trying stay calm and go with the flow that you’ve been practicing all year round …

And then some cunt rings and wants you to “come to a family outing” in like an hour. And as you respectfully ask for details and say you’ll have a little think on it but will probably decline the invitation … there is that Tone that happens.

That heave in the voice of the caller … that Tone that says without saying it:

“Oh for fucks sake, its christmas, can’t you just stop being a self fish dramatic bitch and suck it up for the afternoon???”

Well, actually …. No. I. Can’t.

And this is just one of the merry little reasons christmas makes Me want to curl up in a ball and roll the fuck away.


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its been;

Christmas was one of the best I think I’ve had in a very very long time! Possibly ever. It was simple…real. We did family…we ate, laughed, ate some more, hung out with the babies, caught up, reminised, loved, took the piss out of one another…relaxed…did genuineness…it was good! I think all of us have gotten to that place where we can appreciate each others differences and embrace each others ‘flaws’, such as they are.
For me personally, I was able to pace myself, but enjoy, really enjoy all that I was involved in. And for me, that is huge progress…to be present and to enjoy, or embrace, everything that was happening around me and not freak out!

New Years was similar, but the fams had all headed home by then and we got to chill. We did the beach at midnight and even dropped into a mates place for a drink! The old PTSD kicked in along with heightened senses, at about 230am…but for me, that’s huge progress!

I now look forward to a New Year and shitloads of new experiences…which I am going to enjoy :)


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