GOOD.

LegacyDL: Anxiety from not knowing their secret santa or anxiety from not knowing if they'll have a job going into 2020?
Nahhh, lets go with the story that will give more page clicks.

Who, the millenials?  What about all the other people who don't know if they'll have a job next year?

Oh that's right -- you're the only people who count.  As my mother used to say, The world doesn't revolve around you either.
But let's just post the quickest, stupidest thing you can think of.  Your crowd will approve.
Hey, maybe you all have more in common with the boomers than you think.

/or everything

Herr Flick's Revenge: Secret Santa is stupid.
Having said that, the few places it was enacted they set a dollar limit, usually $20.
If 35% of Millennials get stressed out about Secret Santa, they need some real therapy to get over their crappy over permissive parenting participation trophy childhoods.

I don't spend money to buy strangers stupid shiat that they neither want or need, and I don't understand why forcing people to participate in some pointless consumer exercise does anyone any good.

I bet a million dollars that secret Santa started as a marketing gimmick, and all you jackasses just went along with it, like the obedient consumers that you are.

If only millenials had that much sense about all their other raging consumerism.

/"what did you learn in school today, millenials?"
"NOT SHARING!"
//good, you're ready for a productive adulthood.  Selfish AND self-righteous.

holdmybones: Here's one example of the utter wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of: Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence. We rarely talk about this sort of natural, basic self centeredness, because it's so socially repulsive, but it's pretty much the same for all of us, deep down. It is our default-setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it: There is no experience you've had that you were not at the absolute center of. The world as you experience it is right there in front of you, or behind you, to the left or right of you, on your TV, or your monitor, or whatever. Other people's thoughts and feelings have to be communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent....

I don't because apparently I'm weird.  I think of my place in the world, and how the most important thing you can do is to do no harm.  This means that you think to live lightly and try not to impose on others too much.

This means that in a society of high-minded selfishness and fear, I'm going to be wiped out by those who are just fine with our grasping ways and free-for-all mentality.  If somebody gets killed, it's because they should have gotten out of the way, right?  You don't just sit there and not take everythingthat you can.

I don't think like that, and there is no place for me in this society.  I blame everyone, for being so stupid and short-sighted.  We could change this but nobody gives a fark.

It is actually beyond my comprehension to live with what I see going on around me every day.  I'm an American and I don't belong here, I'm not rich enough to leave, and I haven't killed myself yet.

You're goddamned right I'm pointing fingers.