Someone asked me yesterday if I like Christmas and at first I had to think for a few seconds in order to reply.In the past I must admit that I did not like Christmas very much because I did not like this seasonal exploitation where you are supposed to consume not because you really want to but because you have to.I did not like that you were suppose to eat with your parents at that time but the rest of the year it didn't really matter if you ate alone.From the moment that I was able to decide what I want to do for Christmas then Christmas became my favourite season. I am spending my Christmas with the people I want, I am not pressured to follow traditional gatherings and relatives (I can eat with my parents and then go or I can go away for holidays).I can have an unconventional tree and I buy presents not because of the season but because I want to.
Christmas was never a melancholic season for me.Even if I had difficulties in the past and it was that season the whole festivity mood and the light in the streets always cheered me up.I have also many funny stories to remember Christmas adventures that always make me laugh.
When I first came in England my first relationship was with an English guy.He was really superficial (I did not realise it at that time) but I had fun with him.I met him in a punk rock concert and we started dating the next day.I really liked him but what he liked about me was my looks.We would go out with his friends where he would treat me like a trophy.Well I must admit that I liked him bragging about me until I realised that he didn't want to know me any better.By that time 3 months had past and it was Christmas.On Christmas day we went to a dance festival and it was the first time that I went to such an event as at that time I listened only to metal and punk.He listened to punk but I was happy he was open-minded with music.Anyway we went to this festival were everyone was so friendly, I had never seen anything like that.At that night he said to me for the first time that he loves me and didn't stop hugging me.A week later we split up.I realised that what made him love me that night was ecstasy!
I am going away for a little trip on Christmas to relax and explore. I think that people who have lived a lot have a lot of memories.If you want, share a story about your previous X-mas or what you plan to do.I wish you to have a great wonderful time.Merry Christmas everyone!
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