I hate christmas, people are over happy and i get bored ****less and realise how worthless my life really is, it makes me feel empty and i get grief from people if im grumpy, but i ****ing like to be moody. And i hate doing things other people want me to do, like go visit the bearded old lady i was forced to call auntie as a child even though she is no relation and thank her for yet another superdrug deodorant. NYE is always sheyite aswell, over priced, over hyped and people want to kiss me at midnight, even if fat and sweaty, do me a favour. plus i can never get home and end up walking which brings new issues such as buggary and getting mugged (home from town = through thornhill) I generally hate to see lots of people over happy just cos they have some time off work and people buy them stuff they could have bought for themselves and not had to spend more on other people, and they would have been able to try it on and pick a colour that doesnt look like it was Duplex matched in B&Q to a babies nappy