When I was a witless, I felt I "had" to get at least some field circus each month, and pressure to attend the boasting session at least occasionally. When I was in it more, I had to do field circus on a regular basis. I dreaded Christmas, because the music would be aggravating. I was brought in where I was too judgmental with music, and had to throw things away because of a single questionable phrase. The scumbag that dragged me in wanted me to "clean" that, music-wise, I was afraid of songs like Diana Ross Upside Down, Breathe Hands to Heaven, and all Michael Jackson (including Thriller LP material and earlier), Culture Club, Journey, and most Madonna and Prince. Yet I had to accept the Kingdumb maladies, which were not even music and two were at least as dirty as the worst of Michael Jackson, Madonna, or Culture Club (27 and 61).
These days, there is no worry about Christmas. Rather, I simply put up the decorations, enjoy the music, and allow others to celebrate without feeling the need to disrupt it (like disabling the Christmas lights so they wouldn't light). I listen to real music, and if it's dirty, so what. And no more placing rags I don't believe in, going to boasting sessions every week, or having to wear that fxxxing suit while working in field circus when it is around 40 o C and muggy.