my favorite easter color is jaded

remember back when we were kids? man, holidays were so much fun. the family all getting together... playing with cousins, "helping" aunts prepare the food, running around barefooted and happy, the candy! oh, the candy... going to mass was the chore because you had to sit still and not get anything on your dress. you had to let mom curl your hair and wipe the dirt off your knees. that was the boring part. now that my family's grown up, it's not as much fun. all the cousins have developed their own lives, and we don't mingle as easily as we used to. there's no running in the grass. walk, like a civilzed adult. i don't get dirty knees anymore, because i stay inside and bake cookies, or sip tea on the front porch and chit-chat with equally docile ladies. and now at every reunion, i have to deal with the questions... "how's school?" it's still there. what the hell do you want me to say? "so, is there a boy in your life?" no, there's not. there never has been and for all i know there never will be. boys don't like me, shut up. "are you sure that's where you want to go to college?" look, i'm sorry that i want to go out of state, but there's an entire world out there that i want to see. "but what if you meet some out-of-state boy and get married?" there are worse things to do than live out of the state! and even IF i meet a boy, that doesn't mean that we're getting married right away... that's not why i'm going to college. argh. sorry. the point is that family reunions have lost their charm. so have holidays in general. it sucks not being a kid. now the only part of easter i look forward to is the mass because that's the only part that's real and even that sucks because of the stupid kids and their crappy reinactment. just preach, man. i don't want all that bullshit. i get enough of that everywhere else.
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Dood, i still get my knees dirty.
Though I also am prone to the falling-down-alot syndrome.
It plagues the best of us.
I know what you mean about the holidays, though.
At least Yam Kippur is still a blast.
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