Still, there is one aspect I have come to hate in recent years. Christmas decorations.
When I was a kid, I loved Christmas decorations. Heck, I couldn't wait for the family to move the furniture around to put up the Christmas tree and put up the lights. There was something thrilling about the tinsel being up, the door being covered in foil, wreath
Now I not only avoid putting them up in my personal spaces, I don't really care about them, at all. Other than bows, the only type of decoration the family doesn't like and thus we never have in the house.
I think what got me hating them is the fact that so much stress comes from putting them up, taking them down, and the fact that the wires and strings not only must be avoided with what I'd dub the "Tinsel-toe Two Step." When I was a kid, and I helped put up decorations, it was fun. Not just the final result, but the actual idea of putting an artificial tree together, piece by piece, holding the string in place while someone else taped the other side. But as I grew older, while the stuff we put up became less elaborate, the anger and frustration surrounding the yearly event only grew exponentially.
It just seems like a lot of trouble for nothing. In fact, I'm starting to even hate Christmas...