Post Christmas Proclivity

Alliteration bitch. Nothing grabs a reader's attention than repetitive consonant sounds at the beginning of each word. So now that I have your attention, whether it was because nothing new was on facebook, you just woke up from a nap, you already watched all of your recorded shows, or NOTHING NEW WAS ON FACEBOOK welcome to my much delayed blog post.

I haven't been able to blog for a while because of the hurricane of finals that came through Holy Cross. Even though I had to satisfy the needs of my viewers, I was unable to sufficiently write a blog post because I was wrapped up in work. So I'm back now after the holiday hubalub has settled.

The feeling you get once Christmas is over is similar to introducing your girlfriend/partner/boyfriend to your parents for the first time. It's an awkward foreign feeling for you. You know it is inevitable to happen, but you don't want it to. For instance the feeling only happens about once a year, and after it happens you just want to go down into your basement and not see anyone for a while.

Think about it, you've been in holiday mode after your parents put up the Christmas tree after Thanksgiving and every commercial on TV has been a shitty car commercial with weird people. Everywhere you went reminded of you of Christmas...even if you didn't celebrate Christmas. Everyday you wondered if your parents got you the Justin Bieber headphones you wanted, and when you were bored you made Christmas cookies. Now thats all over. You have 363 days until Christmas 2011. You always hate the days after Christmas because you have nothing to do. Now that you aren't doing anything, it's just awkward and you just want to go disappear in your basement and play Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3.

Similarly to the post-Christmas feeling is introducing a new girlfriend/partner/boyfriend to your parents for the first time. For example its a Friday night during your sophomore year, and you thought it would be a good time to watch Wedding Crashers (for your 4th time) with your new girlfriend. One problem, she has to meet your parents for the first time. Sure your mom has heard about her/him but now its becoming a reality. Walking her through the gauntlet that is your kitchen is awkward. Not only does your mom pelt her with dangerously casual small talk, but then she compliments her on her scarf (that we all know will be off in a matter of 40 minutes). Once your mom compliments your date on her clothes its over. Your girlfriend will now adore your mom more than you. Now that you're pissed at the world, all you want to do is disappear into your basement and watch dialogues between Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson.

So there is my proof Euclid. It turns out the awkward feeling you get after you are drained of all your Christmas spirit is comparable to having your parents meet your girlfriend for the first time. Who knew?

Hopefully I'll have another blog post out shortly now that I'm home and NOTHING NEW IS ON FACEBOOK. But for now enjoy this forgotten yet phenomenal song...