Holiday Syndrome is a common medical condition where people is more pron to forget things and exercise poor judgement. It impacts the entire population and the only known treatment is work. Take for example, Christmas ( I am not so sure I am allowed to say Christmas anymore, luckily very few people read this so hopefully I can stay out of trouble ). People make all sort of promises of loving again their mothers and brother is law, to join the gym and or becoming an "influencer" (it is easier than trying to be a rock star, at least you don't have to pretend to have any talent ) . But they immediately forget about all of this within a day or two of having made the promise.
Another very common symptom of the syndrome is confusion. Not remembering exactly what they are suppose to do on the holiday. Picture Halloween as an example, it is now a Carnival instead of an homage to dead people.
Although the most confusing holidays are in the Anglosaxons countries, where they pay respects to Banks. Yes Banks. The Bank holidays are in honor of those who have your money, own your house and rate your life choices (Credit rating is the equivalent of a life sentence ) If that not confusing slavery with adoration I don't know what it is.
Other common symptoms of Holiday syndrome are: falling in love deeply with idiots ( more frequent in women), getting embarrassing tattoos ( studies suggest that Aussies have the highest incidence ) or tennis elbow ( after so many cheers with the beer jars in the beach bar )
But the holiday that confuses people of the most are the Birthdays. I mean, I love celebrating it but what merit one has on it. Shouldn't be a day to honor our Mums that carried us for 9 months ( 8 in my case, I guess I was a nuisance even back then) and suffered giving birth?. Instead we get mad at then if they forget. Seriously there is something wrong with our society values. And I am sure you have someone close to you impacted by the birthdays memory loss where people forget their real age. It is easy to identify as the subject always pretends to have less age than in real life.
Talking about year celebrations, I much prefer the old Spanish way. You know in Spain we love our Fiestas, therefore why celebrating one day a year when we can do twice. That is why we also have the Saint Day. Yes, you celebrate the Day of the Saint you have been named after.
Basically a Saint Day is like a birthday. You get presents, cake, congratulations and so on. In my family was even bigger than the actual birthday. Forgetting about the birthday was not a sin, but if you missed the Saint Day, family will be holding a grudge for sure.
There were that great, that my older brother tried to abuse the system, and since they were several Saints in the calendar with his name, Vincent, 13 different ones to be precised, he claimed that he could celebrate the day 13 times. Growing up I always wonder if naming you kid Vincent will mean setting him up for a life of misery as so many of them were eligible for Sainthood.
So, in order to resolve this family discussion, which trust me, lasted for a few months as my clever brother managed to build a solid argument, our parents come up with this last minute rule that in those cases you had to choose only one Saint, the one you feel more identified with and stick to that one forever. Almost fifty years later, I believe my brother still haven't chosen his Saint.
But Saint day is also a dangerous tradition. Originally you were named after the Saint of the day you were born. And that is like a Russian Roulette, because you cannot believe the weird names that some Saints have. I can imagine some poor mothers holding their breath to delay the labor a few hours to ensure their baby was born with a more pleasant name and avoid the kid a childhood of mockery in school. Hollywood seems to have taken this tradition and given it a new meaning. Instead of naming you kid after the Saint they now name it after the first thing they see in the room, hence the results.
So lessons learnt here. If you go on holidays enjoy them before you forget them and pick a Saint in case you need protection or your name your child after your holiday tattoo artist.
Another very common symptom of the syndrome is confusion. Not remembering exactly what they are suppose to do on the holiday. Picture Halloween as an example, it is now a Carnival instead of an homage to dead people.
And don't forget about Easter, which is now all about hunting chocolate eggs. Maybe It is a way to help kids locate the 12 station of the Cross. I should consult with my local pastor or "chocolatier" for guidance.
Although the most confusing holidays are in the Anglosaxons countries, where they pay respects to Banks. Yes Banks. The Bank holidays are in honor of those who have your money, own your house and rate your life choices (Credit rating is the equivalent of a life sentence ) If that not confusing slavery with adoration I don't know what it is.
Other common symptoms of Holiday syndrome are: falling in love deeply with idiots ( more frequent in women), getting embarrassing tattoos ( studies suggest that Aussies have the highest incidence ) or tennis elbow ( after so many cheers with the beer jars in the beach bar )
But the holiday that confuses people of the most are the Birthdays. I mean, I love celebrating it but what merit one has on it. Shouldn't be a day to honor our Mums that carried us for 9 months ( 8 in my case, I guess I was a nuisance even back then) and suffered giving birth?. Instead we get mad at then if they forget. Seriously there is something wrong with our society values. And I am sure you have someone close to you impacted by the birthdays memory loss where people forget their real age. It is easy to identify as the subject always pretends to have less age than in real life.
Talking about year celebrations, I much prefer the old Spanish way. You know in Spain we love our Fiestas, therefore why celebrating one day a year when we can do twice. That is why we also have the Saint Day. Yes, you celebrate the Day of the Saint you have been named after.
Basically a Saint Day is like a birthday. You get presents, cake, congratulations and so on. In my family was even bigger than the actual birthday. Forgetting about the birthday was not a sin, but if you missed the Saint Day, family will be holding a grudge for sure.
There were that great, that my older brother tried to abuse the system, and since they were several Saints in the calendar with his name, Vincent, 13 different ones to be precised, he claimed that he could celebrate the day 13 times. Growing up I always wonder if naming you kid Vincent will mean setting him up for a life of misery as so many of them were eligible for Sainthood.
So, in order to resolve this family discussion, which trust me, lasted for a few months as my clever brother managed to build a solid argument, our parents come up with this last minute rule that in those cases you had to choose only one Saint, the one you feel more identified with and stick to that one forever. Almost fifty years later, I believe my brother still haven't chosen his Saint.
But Saint day is also a dangerous tradition. Originally you were named after the Saint of the day you were born. And that is like a Russian Roulette, because you cannot believe the weird names that some Saints have. I can imagine some poor mothers holding their breath to delay the labor a few hours to ensure their baby was born with a more pleasant name and avoid the kid a childhood of mockery in school. Hollywood seems to have taken this tradition and given it a new meaning. Instead of naming you kid after the Saint they now name it after the first thing they see in the room, hence the results.
So lessons learnt here. If you go on holidays enjoy them before you forget them and pick a Saint in case you need protection or your name your child after your holiday tattoo artist.
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