However, perhaps this is a myth put out by desperate journalists. Holidays are, nonetheless, a time to get together and make racist jokes, bash the poor, wonder why we aren't bombing various resource rich nations, watch your alcoholic uncle blurt out evidence of his affairs in front of his wife, and make fun of elders who seriously want to say grace by saying, "Grace," and then immediately shoving mashed potatoes into your mouth, and smirking.
Also, Vic Chesnutt killed himself on Christmas. So, that's enough for me.
Holidays serve several purposes, all of which are potentially negative. Firstly and worstly, they almost always commemorate some cesspool-spawned religious tradition that continues to insist on clamping its fecal hands on your beautiful mind, and twisting out its luscious reason, and inculcating that you should spend some time with your jaded, treacherous, inheritance-rapining family. These religious ideas were usually birthed in the mind of some psychotic cult leader, took hold in the popular imagination of the desperate, degenerate and fascistic, and were thereafter utilized by despots for the purpose of nullifying freethinking.
The 4th of July may seem an exception, lacking as it is in mangers, foolishly generous Native Americans, or fertility-symbol bunnies. This holiday is more about stirring up a nationalistic spirit whereby the red, white and blue, mindless agreement with federal policies leading to warfare, and becoming inured to the shock produced by sudden loud noises, are all glorified and linked with hormonally massaged pleasure pathways associated with familial bonding, horse play, and the launching and destruction of phallic objects, you know, rockets and firecrackers. Still, after this holiday, suicide rates, therapy appointments, and morbid thoughts increase. Therefore, let us declare nationalism to be religion's ugly sister, and put a bag over her head and suffocate the bitch.
Sure, religion and nationalism are the wicked step-sisters and you, my suicidal friend, are perhaps clinging to some vestige of your reason despite the most powerful propaganda machine in history, the United States corporate media, bashing your reason at every opportunity with the notion that Christ died so that the rich wouldn't have to pay taxes. You were on your way to the ball of free thought and then your chariot of expression turned into a pumpkin, hollowed out with candle-lit, cross-shaped eyes, mocking your humanity, stuffing it, and hanging it on a tree like so many other trivialized ornaments. You're pissed off, and you should be.
And so, I've devised a formula to help you deal with the anger, having suffered from it myself and been forced to transcend it. What you need to realize is that you can make your own holiday. For instance, I've renamed Thanksgiving "Vegan Atheist Day" and I celebrate it by mocking and feeling superior to the meat-eater who surround me. Secondly, you need a mechanism to defuse your anger. Depression is anger turned inward. How do we smooth out the anger?
Well, observe your anger. It starts with thoughts of people or events not going how you'd like. This is followed by a rapid-fire assessment of the details which leads to a characterization connected to an explosive, emotional burst. For instance, you think of your sibling who tells you you need Jesus because things aren't working out for you at the moment, and this is given as proof that God is punishing you. The moment you start thinking about the creep, say these words: Relax. Let it go. Move on.
This is the opposite of the anger reaction. Instead of getting tense, you relax. Instead of making an assessment, you don't even ponder it. Instead of dwelling on it, you go to the next thing. Even if that next thing is putting one foot in front of the other. Of course, without the distraction of burning resentment, you will also manage to tackle more complicated things.
The more you practice this, the better it works, in my experience.