Nice, but a little bit violent.

So today I realized something. I realized that I have not stepped fully into the mature world of grownupness. Yes, I was doing some grownup things: working, paying the high electric bill because I want to be warm (though I do understand now why my mom kept the house so cold), hanging out with my friends, not driving if I’ve been drinking, etc. But there is one grownup tradition that has alluded me, one that I just don’t keep, though this is truly a sign of grownupness that all my friends follow.

I do not send Christmas Cards.

I’m sure part of it is laziness. Too many friends, too many cards, too few handwritten ways to say, “You mean the world to me at Christmas.” Another part is how uncreative the whole idea of Christmas cards are. I hate writing generic greetings and trying to be creative for more than 50 people is just one more pressure I don’t want to endure at the end of the year.

Of course, the least of your worries is the above. What you have to worry about is forgetting someone or thinking that someone wouldn’t want a card. It can make or break relationships, at least in that person’s head. “Why didn’t she give me a card? Did I do something? Does she think she’s too good for me? Fuck that bitch!” You see how quickly that conversations degrades, don’t you?

Of course, I could just send out a holiday email, but everyone knows you blind cc’d it and it becomes the same problem as the simulgreeting – it’s just not written. Maybe I’ll never be a grownup. Whatever the case, Merry Christmas!