This year has been a long year, and with Christmas coming up, we’re finally winding things down with last minute holiday shopping and improvised travel plans with people named Lauren that still have no idea what it means to pack their things ahead of time so we can leave on time, but that’s beside the point.
While the rest of us responsible travelers were sitting around and waiting for everyone else to make this holiday weekend the stress-fest we knew it would be, the #SantaOnceToldMe hashtag surfaced and people used it to share some holiday cheer. And jeers because, you know, it’s the internet, but mainly cheer. Check them out.
Let’s start off with something positive
Here’s the Twitter we know and love
Mind = Blown
All we ever did was wreck him.
Last minute tip:
We’ve all had our suspicions
Also explains why he doesn’t mind the cold
I guess cashew milk will have to do
Well that’s a little different
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I’m 30 years old. My name is Mustafa. Until before 1994 and the release of The Lion King, few people got my name wrong. Now, everyone calls me “Mufasa” before finally getting my name right. It’s fine, it doesn’t bother me. Not like my name existed over 1,400 years ago before the release of that children’s film.
Some of the responses to my name aren’t as innocuous. Years ago, while waiting in Port Authority watching a movie on my phone, someone tapped me on my shoulder. I took my headphones out because it was a pleasant looking young woman with a smile on her face. She asked me what I was watching, how I was able to watch movies on a phone (this was when the Netflix beta app was still a relatively new thing) and when it got to the bit where she asked me my name and I told her, her face completely changed. She got belligerent, asked me where my parents were from, and when I told her Albania, she said with a challenge, “Well I’m Serbian.” Which didn’t really bother me, but she was horrified and got up and left.
In case you don’t know the bad blood between the two countries, here’s a photograph from their Eurocup 2016 qualifier match.
I’m not the only person with a “weird” name, though, so I can’t act like no one else in the world has experienced some unusual social situations for a decision their parents made.
Now, with Twitter sharing their own #GrowingUpWithMyName stories, I can feel like less of a freak.
Roll call was a nightmare.
Celebrities ruin everything.
This is why I drink Pepsi.
Pretty much my life in a nutshell.
A for effort.
His music isn’t all that anyway, bro.
Don’t feel too bad, they f*ck up “John” half the time too.
School was the worst.
But there’s always a shining star.
And that just makes your day that, much, better.
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