You are such a bullshitter. You say you don’t want anything to do with that craziness, but you willfully sign right back up for it and invite it in, maybe even feed it some fruitcake to fuel the fire. Nothing says “Merry Christmas” like a trip on the crazy train. Ring in the new year in a swirling vortex of insanity and drama, because while you refuse to admit it, you love it. You feed on the lunacy.
I wash my hands of this nonsense, and you have my help no more.