Reflections on Life Thus Far

My life. My story: Exploring mental health, spirituality, meditation & random thoughts I have

Season’s Greetings


For some of you, including myself, this is a difficult time of year. The expectations pushed from every direction, including one’s family, the larger culture you belong to, and retail. How can you avoid something so inescapably in your face. The radio shows I normally tune into to listen to have been subsumed by Christmas music and stories; this, despite the fact they pretend to be unattached to a particular religious affiliation, is what I’ve been subjected to in place of my regular favourites. In case you’re wondering I listen to the CBC (Canada’s version of the BBC). Normally they provide wonderful programming and news but this time of year they focus on Christmas. I suppose being public broadcasters they have to pander to the majority somewhat in order to maintain listeners, but it’s rather annoying if you’re not hyped for the holidays as they assume everyone to be.

There are countless people with nobody to share the holidays with in an environment saturated with messages of familial appreciation and communion. No wonder suicides spike at this time of year! What lonely person wants to be bombarded with “Christmas spirit” 24/7 from the media and retail? Not to mention co-workers and people you don’t know or don’t like! When did we end up being subjugated to play along in a game we never agreed to be in? I know, I know I sound Grinch like or Scrooge like but there are lots who feel similar to me. Next year I hope I find the backbone to participate in a gift less Christmas. I’ll buy a gift for my niece but the rest I’m going to focus on at the very least giving an experience. If someone bought me a ticket to the movies(cinema) that would be inexpensive and I’d enjoy it. Or a meal gift card would be okay too. Finding space for gifts you don’t want is horrible. On the one hand the person was considerate to get you something, but on the other hand you’re stuck with, in many cases, something you’d rather toss (either to charity or in the trash).

What are your plans over the next few days? Are you hiding until everything is over? Or are you wishing it would never end?

©Reflectionsonlifethusfar, 2012.

How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (TV special)

How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (TV special) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Author: Natalya

Blogging my thoughts and feelings about mostly mental health, meditation and spirituality(non religious). Hoping to connect with other interesting people in the blogosphere. *The name is Russian and is my pseudonym.

9 thoughts on “Season’s Greetings

  1. I am rather stuck in between…;-)

  2. I’m not overly enthused about Christmas this year, mostly because I don’t have a lot of money to spend on gifts, although I normally enjoy that and am good at getting people stuff they actually want. Plus my mom moved across the country this year too, so I’ll miss her as well, and it will be my first Christmas ever without her.

    But boyfriend and I will be exchanging a few gifts, having a simple but tasty dinner, and just hanging out having a nice time. So I’m sure it won’t be too bad at all. I hope you have a nice day too, whatever you choose to do (which is totally up to you, of course!) Don’t let the Christmas turkeys get you down! XOXOXO

  3. I am spending the holiday alone… I do almost every holiday for the past five years or so. It makes me sad at times. I have adjusted to my solitary life for the most part, but this night and tomorrow are still difficult ones to be all alone. Merry Christmas to you and have a wonderful week.

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