The only thing that kind of grates me about Christmas is how my family, because they hate all things nerdy, utterly refuse to even acknowledge, let alone purchase, anything that I actually want for Christmas for me and instead purchase things they think I "need," which I guess only upsets me because I have no similar inhibitions about buying my sisters and parents things I think they enjoy (because, for example, my sisters' favorite TV shows and movies are "socially acceptable" to enjoy), so the net effect of Christmas is generally that I go several hundred dollars into debt purchasing them things I know they'll like, while generally receiving things I'd never actually buy for myself.
Which, I know, is rather stupid and selfish of me. I think the real effect is more psychological than anything else: every Christmas I feel like the "real me" is being rejected because my parents categorically refuse to acknowledge who I really am and persist in purchasing things for me that, like, a preppy version of me in a J-Crew catalog would want.
And besides, this year I skillfully averted that by asking for a new desktop computer that I've already received and that, admittingly, is everything that I wanted.
It'd just be great if like, one Christmas my family surprised me by actually buying me a videogame or an anime or a dorky Homestuck T-shirt or a Game of Thrones DVD or whatever the fuck it is I'm enjoying these days, and actually unironically wanted me to enjoy it. And let's not even get started on how my family would disown me if I asked them for anything whatsoever related to Friendship is Magic.
I actually had to physically hide my Kanaya doll and the Pinkie Pie trinket Bobbey made for me (thanks again Bobbey! You're amazing) the last time my family visited my apartment lest they discover my painful secrets.
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