@f00l Regarding birthdays, I acknowledge them but don’t celebrate them. I don’t buy gifts and don’t accept any. Not sure if I’d call birthdays pagan but the act of giving gifts were probably rooted in religious practice such as when gifts were given to baby Jesus when he was born. I keep my birthday secret from all my friends so that they don’t attempt to give me anything. It makes for an awkward situation otherwise.
In 52 years of life, I’ve only had one birthday party and that was when a neighbor thew me a surprise party so I didn’t have the ability to stop it before it happened. Yes, even when I was a baby and a young child, I never had birthday parties.
I don’t celebrate Christmas, Halloween, Easter, Valentines Day, or my birthday.
@cengland0 So you’re the one in charge of the War on Christmas! (Jk) We had someone on staff whose religious beliefs forbade holiday celebrations. We felt bad that he was always left out of office pot lucks, so we scheduled a couple non-holiday, just as an office social thing, but he declined those as well, so we gave up on trying to include him. He’s a nice guy, well liked, but not a joiner.
Personally, I’ll celebrate pretty much any holiday. I’ve always been interested in other cultures and am glad to be invited to their celebrations as well as my own.
@moondrake I never liked pot lucks because I have so many allergies and food dislikes that it’s hard to find something that someone else made that I’m willing to eat. With severe anxiety issues comes stomach problems. That means when I worked in an office, I didn’t eat all day until I got back home. I was very skinny.
Been working from home for the last 16 years (until a recent layoff) so I finally gained some weight. Was able to eat all day. Discovered being able to eat whenever you want makes you gain weight and it’s hard getting it to come off again. Wouldn’t say I’m skinny now – even after going to the gym 6 days a week.
@cengland0 I hear that. I have food allergies but mostly I am phobic about other people’s food handling practices, so I often eat only what I brought at pot lucks or sometimes just a few chips. I didn’t realize people noticed till I ate at a medieval feast in another city and afterwards the feast autocrat (hostess) came and thanked me profusely for the high compliment of having eaten the feast fare. Apparently it was broadly known that I wouldn’t eat at events, and I was an Important Personage in the club, so the hostess was really flattered. It was like getting a Michelin star. It made me more conscious that people observe my behaviors. I’m a weirdo but I hadn’t realized anyone cared.
I used to buy as I saw something I thought someone would like (particularly for the kids). But, for the last few years, since the group to buy for has gotten so large, we’ve changed the rules.
On Thanksgiving, the name of every adult is assigned to another adult. So, you never know until then who you have to buy for. Everyone is allowed to/supposed to buy for the younger children (mostly under 12).
Before anybody goes yelling at me about gender roles or anything like that, it’s really just because she’s more thoughtful and better at it. I do buy her gifts, sometimes well in advance, sometimes not so much.
Hint? When she told the husband she was outta there, he begged her to stay. Because he was desperate to get his arrangements, cooking, shopping, and housekeeping taken care of every day.
After she was long gone, he kept trying to get her to come over and do routine boring stuff for him that he was perfectly capable of handling by himself. When that didn’t work after the first few tries, he tried the same thing with his sisters and nieces. Didn’t work there either.
Then the ex-husband tried “dating”. Only the “dates” were obviously auditions for the job of servant/housekeeper/organizer/cook. No one was interested.
(I heard about this because the ex-husband is a little-respected relative of a guy I l’ve known since HS.)
The family and the “dates” were/are all onto him.
The now re-married ex-wife said she was only sorry it took her so long to walk.
When I got married I somehow ended up buying all the gifts for both my family (3 people) and his family (7 people).
It may have been because I can’t stand being dragged out to help buy random shit on December 24th for three times what I would have spent on a gift. (Or the day before a birthday, Mother’s Day, whatever).
It’s also easier for me to spend a little money at a time throughout the year (on sale items) than have a huge expenditure at Christmas.