Originally posted on Facebook. I was asked to put it where others could read it.
I don't like having Christian imagery sung at me en masse in public. I don't—that's just how it is.
I'm not calling the cops. I'm not petitioning or picketing. I'm not saying I'm offended. I just don't like it. Where I grew up, the Christ-y people were the same ones who painted our house in swastikas and "KKK," and you can't talk me out of that childhood association any more than I can talk you out of you thinking it's all just homey family time. It's both.
This is Facebook, where saying what you do and don't like is pretty much all we do.
So if I seem a little cranky over the next weeks, well, I may be. But my page, my crankiness. Call me a Grinch, you get blocked. I had to put up with that through childhood, too, for the crime of not celebrating Christmas, and I don't see much reason to put up with it now.
So yeah, I'll be the one being nice to carolers instead of giving them dirty looks; and acting as though "It's not really religious!" makes any sense at all from outside a Christian-centric worldview; and smiling politely when "Christmas is really for everyone!" gets thrown around. I get what they mean. I also get something else, though.
I love you all dearly, except for six of you, and I know you love this time of year, but in some ways, I just don't. If I say so, it's not "offense." It's just how I feel—and as with all statements of how someone feels, we can either make it about ourselves, take offense, turn it into arguments—or listen, because we're friends.
I try to hear when it's about you. This one was about me.