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ode to the shortest day of the year
Dec. 21st, 2005 06:17 pmI find Christmas to be the most unproductive time of the year. I mean, yeah, you get a lot done around christmas. You still work, and you still run your own life, and you also have to decide, seek, buy, and wrap many gifts. Then there are cookies, and events, and preparing for those events if you're the one hosting. There's family visits, and traditions, and lots of time spent doing fairly useless things. So, ok, you're really productive around Christmas. But none of it matters. All your projects and passions are put on hold because you have obligations with family and friends to uphold. It's... kind of depressing. Because, honestly, who of us still drools by the Christmas tree in the morining waiting to ravage our hoard of presents? We all love giving gifts (well, I do, I don't know about the rest of you heathens) but so much money is spent every year on pointless shit that people often times don't ever end up using even. I'm not talking "War On Christmas." I'm just talking... less usless shit. Ok, let's make time for family and friends. That's cool. But why waste precious time and money on CRAP? Why? I could be using that time to further my own artistic ventures, and that money to finance it.
Maybe I'm selfish, I don't know. I just get a sick feeling when I see all those walmart commercials about kids having nightmares about getting socks for christmas, but waking up relieved to find their pointless shit is all still there.
My Christmas is going to be strange this year anyway. Already it feels like whatever momentum we had to build up to "the big day" has puttered out. My oldest brother won't be here, my older brother won't be spending christmas eve here, Christmas eve is going to me my last night here and then I'm going to be fully moved into the apartment, I couldn't eveb buy gifts for come family members because they have no room for things. Meh. Holidays are always obnoxious as it is because I have friends in town that I want to see but no one is considerate enough to make plans ahead of time and remember that they've made plans. Or, no one ever wants to just hang out, they want to go out to scheevie bars because they're the only ones that don't ID, or find somewhere to smoke pot and "chillax." Why can't we "chillax" at my place? Hmmm? What's so uncool about my totally cool apartment? I don't know. I just don't know. I do know that I don't want to go to any bar that will bring me a mixed drink in a plastic or steyrofoam cup.
Oi vey.
That's it, Christmas is cancelled.
j/k. I don't have that kind of power- yet.
Happy Solstice!
Maybe I'm selfish, I don't know. I just get a sick feeling when I see all those walmart commercials about kids having nightmares about getting socks for christmas, but waking up relieved to find their pointless shit is all still there.
My Christmas is going to be strange this year anyway. Already it feels like whatever momentum we had to build up to "the big day" has puttered out. My oldest brother won't be here, my older brother won't be spending christmas eve here, Christmas eve is going to me my last night here and then I'm going to be fully moved into the apartment, I couldn't eveb buy gifts for come family members because they have no room for things. Meh. Holidays are always obnoxious as it is because I have friends in town that I want to see but no one is considerate enough to make plans ahead of time and remember that they've made plans. Or, no one ever wants to just hang out, they want to go out to scheevie bars because they're the only ones that don't ID, or find somewhere to smoke pot and "chillax." Why can't we "chillax" at my place? Hmmm? What's so uncool about my totally cool apartment? I don't know. I just don't know. I do know that I don't want to go to any bar that will bring me a mixed drink in a plastic or steyrofoam cup.
Oi vey.
That's it, Christmas is cancelled.
j/k. I don't have that kind of power- yet.
Happy Solstice!
