If you watch enough American medical dramas, you'll know that the holiday season tends to result in a higher rate of accidents relating to domestic quarrels and drunk driving, among other festivity-induced illness (such as food poisoning).
I know I know, this may very well be my parasocial reality, but the fact of the matter is that holidays are indeed stressful events. First, imagine 5 people (including the boy) being made to spend an extended amount of time with each other in a confined space. Obviously, all hell breaks loose. Second, the mere expectation of celebration forces typically languid weekends into a timetable of action. NOT something everyone looks forward to.
Tonight was a classic example.
So my brother had his birthday on Friday. He wanted to go for dinner tonight and asked for some suggestions. The most appealing one involved driving up north for crabs and durians. But that meant my chicken-hearted father had to take over the steering wheel. And we had to leave house before late afternoon, since the traffic jams were bound to be bad, given that every other person probably felt compelled to flee the overcrowded city as well.
Guess what the lack of conviction, conclusion and action led to? Triple disaster. We had takeaway dinner from a nearby food court. At 10pm at night no less.
My point is, the pressure of doing something different, going out of our way to enjoy ourselves, can just be plain stressful. If you're old enough to have experienced a bit of life, you'll agree with me, having fun is hard work.
Which is why, honestly, I hate holidays. I just enjoy not having to work.
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