As Hatemas draws nearer I'm having more and more difficulty abstaining from all human contact which is my only known method of maintaining my composure. I find myself around people who insist on saying "merry Christmas" when we part company. Seriously, when I hear it I just look at them quizzically as the thought, "are they fuckin' with me?" runs through my head. Then I realize that they're serious, that they don't know about nor would they understand my intense hatred of this holiday, and I have to belatedly murmur something in return. Oh Hatemas! Just let this foul charade end!