I hate socialization.

Unfortunately, if you rearrange the letters in "Christmas" it spells "Socialization".







I really hope that no one tried to do that.  It's a lie.  It doesn't spell that.  It's supposed to be funny. Gosh.

I know this time of year is all about family and giving and love and crap like that.  Alright. Cool.

Except I actually have to be around people to participate in that.

It's not like I mind, for the first couple of days.  It's fun... I get to see my aunt and my grandma (who I do love very much, despite my characterization in the fairy tale I wrote).

And then it explodes into an uncomfortable amount of socialization.

"Hey, I haven't seen you in a year....and it didn't bother me that much.  Do you want to chat?"

............yeah.

Hell, I don't even mind that, as long as it's not prolonged.  Wrap it up in an hour.  That's a good amount of time for me..  I won't break out in hives if out before an hour is up.

It's the day-after-day HOURS long socialization that wears me out.  Like literally.  I find myself crashing in bed from exhaustion the moment it's over.  Sometimes before it's over.  Whatever.

It's not that I hate everyone, it's that I'm just not built for socialization.  It brings out the awkwardness in me that I have tried to stamp down into a loose pile of abused mush all year.

All that hard work, out the window.  Because of a socialization overdose.  Every year.

At least I don't have to come up with a different New Year's Resolution.