The Social Porcupine

DISCLAIMER: Not my image You dare me to do it; I say nope. 🤨  You say that’s how it’s done; I show you how it’s REALLY done. 😅  No options? I can come up with twenty plans hundreds of times more ingenious. 🧐  I refuse to do or believe anything "just because".  Dead or alive, I like doing my thing. 🤩  Or maybe I’m just super anti-social and don’t care what the party wants? 🙁  Rebel or rude or right?  I like thinking before doing, and then doing, too 😉 Just not the same sort of doing as you would do 😆  Tradition or fashion; I don’t care. Why should I? There’s no growth in being the same. There’s no fun in never knowing why others are the same.  It’s not about why I don’t care; I’m asking why you don’t care about what I care about?  It’s a matter of opinion until it comes to this ... and in this, I say all that matters is my opinion.  My way or the highway ... I’ve chosen BOT H....

Only a few years ago I had made a name for myself as "the girl who didn't keep Christmas" or "the girl who liked arguing about Christmas".  For that reason, I have been putting this post off for a long time, despite having promised several people that I planned to write it and having those same people ask me, "When are you going to write it?" I hate this subject so much. It's not that I hate Christmas, or even wish that the entire world would stop celebrating. I could care less. But there are many bitter memories wrapped into my confession of non-celebration. Back when I was first a Ruby Girl, when I'd previously never even had a sleepover let alone stayed away from home over without family, I found my beliefs being challenged by everyone around me, but especially by a couple boys a few years younger than me. "You don't keep Christmas?" He asked. "That's stupid. Why?" I'll admit I wa...