I'm looking forward to some (hopefully no work and) refreshingly quiet time by myself over the holidays.

I am annoyed as eff at my therapist about the holidays. But that's because she gets into the business of trying to not-so-subtly encourage me to hang out with people -- then it becomes a weiiiiird, very awkward struggle to tell her 'Uhh....no, I'd rather not', with her obviously thinking I rather would socialize all over the place but have nowhere to go and me attempting to dispel that worry of hers and then well, looking like I'm protesting too much and so on.

The holidays are probably the single time that the differences between her personality / preferences and mine become starkest. I told her I'll probably randomly (based on whatever place has super cheap ticket prices) pick some destination abroad at the last minute and take off [alone obviously] for Christmas and she looked horrified and waaaaay concerned that yet again, I seemed to be doing things alone and clearly on an impulse (and driven by deep, dark trauma no doubt) rather than her super well-planned vacations with her very very close family, it seems.

She.drives.me.batty about these things with her boorgie-ness. Like just tear-my-hair-out kinda batty.

I'd thought it was just my personality that drove her to judgment but recently, she super judgementally commented on an author's (in a memoir) tendency to take off to random places on her own.

So, I figured she clearly has issues of her own. About holidays and a lot else.