When I was a child, Christmas meant presents. It also meant going to our small town Christmas market. There, we boarded a tiny train to take us for rides around the church. Santa then showed up and gave us chocolate Santas, deep-fried pastries, and gingerbread – anything sweet a child’s heart could wish for. Of course, there was also a beautiful Christmas tree. However, we had something that made my Christmas experience truly different from that of most children in the United States – a Christmas pyramid.
Everyone has a friend who hates Christmas. Guess what? I’m that friend. The first time I told a friend of mine that I dislike Christmas, I could see pure confusion in her eyes. She started asking me why, what happened, and if I had any trauma. At first, I thought that not liking it was wrong. I mean, how can someone not like the most wonderful time of the year? Then, I came to a conclusion: it’s because of society. Have you ever noticed what happens after Thanksgiving?
We’ve all watched the movie, and we’ve all agreed on the same story: he’s the buzzkill, the bad guy trying to ruin Christmas. But what if the Grinch was actually just depressed?
I know you might think it’s a bit far-fetched, so let me give you some facts that’ll prove my point. First, he’s cooped up in a bleak cave. Also, self-loathing and hateful speech are the only languages he knows, and social interaction makes his skin crawl. Add a grain of traumatic experiences to the mix, and there you have a perfect recipe for depression.
It must be difficult to see the mean, grumpy villain in a different light and sympathize with him, so let’s try to find out where it all comes from.