Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Monday, 17 December 2018

Some Christmas thoughts


Here’s a blog I submitted to Your Thurrock today.  I’m posting it here in case it isn’t posted on that site.


There is a fallacy that the suicide rate spikes at Christmastime but the truth is that a rise in suicides is a springtime phenomenon.  The reason for the Christmas fallacy is due to the fact that suicides around the Christmas and New Year period have always been deemed more newsworthy as they seem to jar with the notion of it being a time of joy and happiness.  How can a person possibly commit such a desperate act during a time when the milk of human kindness is supposed to overflow and everyone is supposed to be happy to be alive?

People, however, are less likely to take their own life at Christmas because many of them are surrounded by friends and family which gives them the emotional anchor to life that is needed to prevent such tragic acts.  This support mechanism may not be as readily available during the rest of the year and so Christmas becomes the shining beacon for the suicidal individual, a rock to cling on to when the long nights seem to call to their darkest fears and insecurities.

The problem with Christmas is that not everyone has the social network to provide the necessary emotional support.  People with mental health issues tend to be ostracised by society and become isolated from any kind of attachments.  They sit in their homes watching the people outside being happy and joyful and sink into despair.  It’s at Christmas that the need for individuals from the community to reach out to the emotionally and psychologically vulnerable is most keenly felt and would be most appreciated if only they would do so.

However, it’s not just the mentally unwell who could do with such kindness at Christmas and who may suffer.  Loneliness in an otherwise mentally healthy person can lead to a Christmastime malaise similar to a low grade depression and they could certainly benefit from the kindness of neighbours to help raise their spirits if there were any community-minded enough to reach out.

There are other groups who suffer at Christmas – the homeless, the poor – whose lives beyond the festive period are equally dark for misery knows no calendar, desperation knows no end.  Christmastime just makes their misery more pronounced and harsh as their lives gain a heightened sense of failure compared to those more fortunate than themselves, especially when their predicament is not of their own making but merely the result of the punitive actions of Fate or whatever hateful entity runs the Universe to the detriment of the nice and the benefit of the detestable.

It’s at Christmastime that those who follow the Christian faith should do more than pay lip service to their Church’s teachings and show some charity and compassion to those suffering rather than turning their heads in judgement while distributing gifts amongst their social network.  It’s at this time of year when Christian values should be foremost in the thoughts of adherents and compassion for those less fortunate be at its height.

Despite the myth of a festive spike, suicides happen at Christmastime because society has become hardened and judgemental towards those less fortunate and they then become isolated and sink into despair.  Even if it seems impossible to carry the sense of compassion towards our fellow human beings beyond this special time of year, surely we can make the effort to be kind and generous of spirit for the festive period, give those desperate, unhappy people some sense of hope to get them over the rough spot that the silly season represents.

Even better, why can’t we throw caution to the wind and actually make a commitment to being nicer to each other throughout the entire year, more compassionate and less judgemental?  Wouldn’t it be nice to give the whole world the Christmas present of a better, kinder society?

It’s a lovely dream.  I wonder if anyone is willing enough to make it come true?

Thursday, 13 December 2012

I don’t want to be like this anymore

Yesterday evening I went shopping for my regular magazines and my mother’s Christmas present.  I don’t celebrate Christmas myself but I see no reason to force others into having a miserable time because of my personal convictions so I dutifully went to purchase the only gift I have left to get.  It was the most hellish shopping trip I’ve ever been on and forced me to confront the reality of what it is to be me.
Thanks to my local shops not stocking my favourite magazines I have to take a bus to Lakeside Shopping Centre about a mile or so away from me which cost me a total of £6.20 as my estranged wife was coming too and I was paying the fares.  My magazines are due in on a Wednesday so I had arranged to meet my ‘wife’s’ bus in Grays which meant that £4 had already been spent on her fare.  The bus was, of course, late and the temperature was almost freezing.
What angered me was the fact that, when we got to the WH Smiths in Lakeside, I found that my magazines had not been delivered.  There was no sign of any staff member to ask if the magazines had been delivered but not put out yet or, indeed, why the delivery hadn’t come.  All I was left assuming was that the delivery hadn’t arrived because there had been a thick frost on the ground in the morning and that always causes a problem in the south east of England, a fact that makes us the laughing stock of the areas of the planet that suffer from deep snow drifts during winter but manage to keep on moving.
I had seen something my mother had asked for in one shop but, wanting to get a better quality version, decided to go to Marks & Spencer where she had pointed out the style she wanted.  When I got to M&S, the item cost £1.50 more and the quality was actually inferior to the version in the previous store.  I was not in a position, time-wise, to make the 20 minute walk back to the previous shop so I was left unable to buy the present I had gone out to buy.
I was fuming by this point because, not only did it mean I had wasted the bus fare on a pointless trip but also that I had no idea how much money I could afford to spend on the boxer shorts I needed.  As most of the boxers I own currently are full of holes by now I had no option but to buy the cheapest 3-pack I could afford to get.  However, even this was to prove an angering experience because of the lack of selection in my size (as I mentioned in “Pet peeves”, I’m considered a XXL kind of guy now).  There were plenty of XS, S, M and L sizes in a variety of colours and designs but only one in XXL.
My ‘wife’, noticing the time, decided we should grab dinner in Burger King because her dinner would take a lot of preparation and she prefers to eat no later than 6pm.  As we sat at the table, I was suddenly hit with the desire to cry because I really hated the fact that I had become so angry and depressed with an essentially wasted trip.  I was (and still am) angry that I have to walk to Lakeside, an 80 minute round-trip, because I don’t have the money to get the bus again.  I realised that I am so sensitive to things that I go from zero to full-blown frothing-at-the-mouth angry within seconds over situations that I should just be able to shrug off and file under ‘Life Sucks’ but I can’t.  My anger comes with a side order of depression and self-loathing and a dessert of hatred of the human race.  I hate the person I’ve become and I really don’t want to be like this anymore.

Monday, 10 December 2012

A Christmas poem

Here's a poem I wrote that highlights the fact that Christmas is not always the happy time of year for some people that it is for others.

Christmas Alone

No tinsel, no tree
Just myself and me
No family feast just a boil-in-the-bag dinner
It’s only my meds that stop me getting thinner
As their side effect keeps making me eat
I swear I’m putting weight on my feet.

No family, not a friend
At least there are no Christmas stockings to mend
No wife and no lover
To snuggle under a cover
Watching crap Christmas telly
While her hand’s on my belly.

No joy, no fire
No passionate Christmas desire
No child telling me what Santa had brought
Just me in my bed nursing the cold that I caught
Watching my temperature getting higher and higher
Wondering if I should go out and change that flat tyre.

No reason for me to decorate
This holiday I really hate
Except that the roads are almost vehicle-free
Christmas is just another ordinary day to me
I can’t wait for this Christmas to end
Before all my garments I rend.


© Myles Cook, 11/12/08

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

The Alternative Christmas Message

Christmas is almost upon us and it’s time for my Christmas message, so here goes…
We live in dark times at the moment.  We have little to look forward to and there are many who may not make it through the coming cold weather because of the levels of fuel poverty amongst the elderly and those on low incomes.  There are low levels of hope that the current situation will change for the better any time soon and it looks like the ConDem Coalition don’t really care who falls by the wayside because of their austerity measures, measures that are not doing what they are supposed to be doing and rescuing the UK from a mounting budget deficit.
Christmas may lift the spirits of the public for a while with the rush to buy presents for their family and friends but at what cost?  People tend to forget that, after the festivities, the good times have to be paid for.  Most people have credit cards these days and I have seen some instances where individuals have used their ‘plastic friend’ in a most cavalier fashion, running up huge bills that they either have not thought about or ignore the necessity of paying at some point.  Thanks to the austerity measures put in place by the ConDems, there are job losses on the horizon and even more people will be dropping into poverty.  How will they pay the credit card bills they have built up to celebrate Christmas in the hopes that the real world will somehow go away?
I can understand the need to celebrate Christmas although it is not a need I share but, at this moment in history, it would make more sense to celebrate in a more sensible fashion.  This necessity to restrain ourselves when buying presents is not one that is fair or universal.  I don’t think that there will be many MPs whose families and friends will suffer a cut price, bargain basement Christmas but they have the financial resources to not have to worry where they will find the cash to cover their credit card bills.  I don’t think they have even taken the plight of the electorate when they make their decisions, decisions that can make or break an individual and their family.
What really worries me is that the Government and society in general is doing nothing to stop the growing tide of personal debt that individuals create for themselves.  This would be less of a problem if there wasn’t a Government scheme that helps people wipe out the part of a debt that they cannot pay themselves which means that everyone else has to pick up the tab for those who thoughtlessly put themselves in debt.  This state of affairs cannot continue.  It is time we reset the financial system and went back to the days of using cash to buy what we need and want.  I’m not suggesting that credit should be abandoned altogether because there will be very few people who can buy the larger items we need these days but credit such as that should be reserved for those items and only one item at a time.  This is how I have lived, always within my meagre means.  This is how we should all live.
Until next time…

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Christmas Quotes 2010

The other day I bumped into Santa Claus. A good bump it was, too! I ought to have been arrested, for there is no open season on Santa Claus. But sometimes a first class collision is an exciting thing. It will knock the wind out of you, and it may knock an idea into your head.
True, this Santa Claus did not have the white cotton whiskers or a red coat, but she was the real thing all right! Santa Claus in the flesh and plenty of it.

A lady who looked like an animated Christmas tree with packages dangling from very limb and I bumped and spilled. As I was trying to pick up the packages she gasped out, Oh, I hate Christmas anyhow! It turns everything upside down.

To which I said, That is just what it was made for. This lofty sentiment did not stop her dirty looks at all. But it is the big thing about Christmas.
Halford E. Luccock, Whoops! It's Christmas! from A Sprig of Holly, pp. 11

Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.
Kin Hubbard (1868 - 1930)

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

Jimmy Cannon

Dear Lord, I've been asked, nay commanded, to thank Thee for the Christmas turkey before us... a turkey which was no doubt a lively, intelligent bird... a social being... capable of actual affection... nuzzling its young with almost human- like compassion. Anyway, it's dead and we're gonna eat it. Please give our respects to its family...

Berke Breathed, Bloom County Babylon




Monday, 29 November 2010

'Tis the silly season

I have made a great study of the Christmas period over the years and have come up with what I believe is the standard timetable for the silly season.  Placing the timetable on to this year I will give you the map to guide your Christmas festivities:

Phase One (29 November - 5 December):  Anxiety starts to build that you haven't bought any presents.  You search high and low for any money that has been lost down the back of the sofa to supplement what's left of your wages.  Thoughts turn to the coming Christmas party at work.

Phase Two (6 December - 12 December):  First round of Christmas parties.  You've completely forgotten to buy any presents but, as you're half drunk or hungover most of the time, you don't really care.  You start choosing the people you want to get off with at the party at work.  You complain that the roads around the shopping mall are gridlocked but can't think why.  Christmas cards start arriving through the post so you go out and buy the cheapest box of cards you can to reciprocate.

Phase Three (13 December - 19 December):  Anxiety turns to worry as you finally remember about not having got any presents.  Worry turns to anger as the shops are packed solid with other people desperately trying to buy their loved ones presents (they may even be buying some for their family!).  You see the petrol that you bought at a highly inflated price disappear as you're stuck in a gridlock for hours on end.  The work's Christmas party turns into a free for all as everyone grabs at the nearest available alcohol to make it easier to get off with their chosen colleague.  Some smart ass decides to photocopy their naked butt and pins up the copies all over the place.  People start to take bets on whose butt it is.  Alcohol levels are getting so high that you're endangering your life but that's OK because it's Christmas.

Phase Four (20 December - 23 December):  You suffer from alcohol related total amnesia and a sense that you may have really embarrassed yourself but can't think how.

Phase Five (24 December):  Full blown panic attack as you regain your memory and realise that it's Christmas Eve and you haven't finished the Christmas shopping.  You call work to tell them that you're sick so that you can spend what you can of the day (when you're not stuck in traffic) trying to rush around the shops.  Grocery shopping is more like a trolley dash as you grab things off the shelves and hope that it's something you and your family like.

Phase Six (25 December - 26 December):  Eat, drink and be merry until you open your presents and are extremely disappointed with yet another pair of novelty socks and things from the pound store.

Phase Seven (27 December - 30 December):  Over-indulgence makes it impossible to get to work so you sit watching crap on the TV and moaning about the crap you were given as presents.  Some adventurous people may make it out to the shops to return their gifts for store credit.

Phase Eight (31 December - 1 January):  Getting drunk with family and friends whilst making New Year's Resolutions that are almost immediately broken and forgotten.

Phase Nine (2 January - 9 January):  Slow detoxing from the Christmas period.

Hope this timetable is of help to you!