Santa is always watching.

Christmas was lovely.  Everyone enjoyed their presents, mostly, and food was inhaled.  Some presents arrived late, so those will probably be left for next year.  Unless we finally just pick one person to buy for, because there are a looooot of people to buy for between my family and my boyfriend’s family.  I realized this year that no matter what you do, how much you spend, or how much thought you put into a present, there will always be someone that is terribly ungrateful.  Personally, I absolutely love watching people open up their presents and seeing their reactions.  I spend months looking for presents, though I end up doing a lot of buying closer to Christmas, hence why some presents were late (though I still don’t agree that it should have taken a month for them to get here..).  But when you watch someone rip off enough paper to see what’s inside and ask “So, what else?” it’s a bit of a let down.  Or a lot.  I mean, yes, I gave in to the capitalist side of Christmas and bought lots of things for people, but I also just want to sit around and watch Christmas movies and snack with everyone.  Before I even got out of bed on Christmas morning, I was deleting emails with subjects like “Didn’t get what you wanted?” or “Mark the last things off your list!”.  It’s like we’re all a bunch of petty children who will lay on the floor and scream because someone didn’t buy that ONE thing you will DIE without.  And that just how it is.  At work I can no longer tell anyone “no”, and if I do and they don’t just go with it, I am required to pretend that nothing ever happened.  Yup.  Don’t wanna pay for a service?  That’s fine, sorry to assume that you would have in the first place.  Here, have a discount on something else too so that you like me! It’s very frustrating when you know someone is pulling a scam and you’re not allowed to do anything, and they just smile and milk it.  No wonder we can’t afford enough workers, because we’re not making any money, we’re throwing it at people.  And it’s all because no one can be satisfied, and we live in fear of upsetting other people.

Why can’t we all just do our own thing without cowering under the impression that someone might potentially fly off the handle?  Why do people find it acceptable to fly off the handle in a public place to people they don’t know, and why do they feel such a sense of pride once they have done so?

This is why I desperately wish adults still believed in Santa Claus.  They act as if no one is really watching or caring and there will be no consequences.  And that’s okay, if you’re in a movie.  It would also be okay if they were doing good deeds without wanting recognition, because doing good for others is just deemed what should happen anyways.  And yes, some people do actually act like respectable human beings.  But then there are the ones who yell and point, and curse at you until they are red in the face.  And for what?  To get something for free.  When something leaves without charge, they are left feeling victorious, while there is always someone asking what YOU did wrong to cause them to throw a temper tantrum.  The answer is usually “My job”.  Because rather than scream back at them, that is really all you can do.  Though usually doing your job involves a lot of back stepping  and going from saying one thing you are told to do, to throwing all rules that have been drilled into your head straight down the drain because one person doesn’t like it.  If we’re going to start doing that, then let’s get rid of clowns too, because they freak me out.

In short, there is always someone watching, whether it is Santa, a deity, your conscience, or the general public.  So instead of putting on a show to make people bend, just calm the fuck down.

A good video to watch alongside this would be Jenna Marbles’ “People Who Need to Pipe the Fuck Down”.  Because seriously, put on your adult suit and pipe the fuck down.

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