"...You know, because you don't celebrate Christmas." I adore my friend but I wanted to clock him for asking me that. Let the season begin. The season of bitching about me not decorating my cubicle, not wanting that annoying fucker who walks around in the Santa suit to throw candy canes at me (what is he on... a quota?) and guilt ridden questions about parties and Secret Santas. Every answer I give turns into me being overly sensitive. Me turning down pork entrees (even though a coworker also doesn't eat it) is another jab at my overly sensitive religious state. Apparently she can turn it down because it's not for religious reasons. A simple 'no thank you' is turned into a reprimand. I'm not a team player because I'm going against what everyone else does. I like to look at the Christmas lights. I love listening to the Christmas carols. It's not like I'm 'Bah, Humbugging' the whole affair. Just let me sit on the side and enjoy your holiday on my terms... and stop worrying about me not being in the middle of it all. Jeesh...