You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch, You really are a heel...

I’m weird in that I tend to grumble and growl about the coming holidays – Christmas was never a favorite, Thanksgiving just makes me fatter, and Easter, Easter reminds me of death, more than just the death of Jesus, but the death of both of my grandparents. They each died on either side of it, 9 years apart. I harbor this inconceivable amount of rage against the day.

I don’t know why I even do, its not like the holiday did anything to me. Well, it reminds me of family, and out here in Over-priced-Hell, I seem to lack just that, so the idea that I lost the biggest part of my family still makes me look at Easter with such resentment.

And lets face it; I’ve lost my faith in religion and faith. In fact, I’ve grown to have a certain degree of disgust for it. Interestingly enough – Oh I don’t know, my life seems all messed up anyway, losing my faith seems only like part of the process of falling apart.

In any event, I opted out of driving 2 miles to be with Daniel’s family. Instead, I’ll sit at home, flip back and forth between twitter, facebook and attempt to avoid the kitchen and Easter basket I prepared for the house which, even through protests and hatred, I still manage to think that an Easter basket needs to be present, a Christmas tree needs to be put up, christmas presents bought, and green jello has to be on the table at Thanksgiving...even if holidays get me in a grinchy sort of way.

Anyway, How I feel about Easter can be summed up by this photo.



(Thanks Jeremy)