I recently sent a text message to our family group chat. I asked them if we had any holiday traditions that they look forward to or that makes them feel good. Instead of the sincere answers I was hoping for, they immediately started spamming the thread with things such as our annual front yard book burning or stealing the baby Jesuses from front yard nativity scenes.
I thought I knew what I stood for–what I believed in. Looking back, though, I realize I was a brainwashed fool. It was definitely not one of my finer moments.