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Gobble Gobble

Yes it’s thanksgiving again. It’s once again time to spend time with the family, overindulge in food, and pray to god it all goes quickly this year without your mother asking why you’re not married yet. (This is a recent development for myself, but if you’re Jewish you’ve probably been hearing it since you were five.) I love this holiday, because it is just the right mixture of commercialism and genuine American patriotism that make it a holiday almost anybody, who doesn’t deeply hate America, can latch onto. It, in my mind, it is the perfect American holiday.

What better represents America than overindulgence and overeating?

The actual holiday is of course a horrible one, which over the years has been Disinyfied by a morally bankrupt culture that believes that the more “bad” things we sweep under the carpet the healthier our society will be. Strangely enough, the more historically homogenized we make our country the more terrible it seems to become. The settlers landed in America hungry and unprepared for the new world and the Native American population showed us the uses of corn and the abundance of the land, this is why we celebrate Thanksgiving. What we have seemed to have forgotten is that after the Native American’s showed us their hospitality we basically murdered them all, or infected them with our European viruses and then stole their land. Classic white boy fun times.

“for some native Americans, Thanksgiving Day is called and treated as ‘Day of Mourning’ because it is a celebration”link

The basic premise of the current holiday, however, is a wonderful one, which despite attempts to over commercialize it, is still about the spending of time with loved ones. This sentiment is still refreshing from its roots 509 years ago.

It is a holiday unmarred by religious imagery or politics Except if your ancestors were Native American, then you can sit it your room and wish terrible things on all of us white bred overindulgent Caucasians and our influenza. For the rest of us, let’s eat some turkey and drink some beers and enjoy the unrealistically constructed version of our families.

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Happy Birthday to Me

Today is the day. My Birthday. Happy fun times. My birthday has not been the most spectacular of celebrated events, but to tell the truth I have not been diligent about it’s celebration. Really, I could care less, although turning 25 is big, really big, or so it seems. It’s just that a self-important celebration isn’t my thing. Why make a fuss over little old me?

When I turned 24 I was cynical about the whole thing. 24 was still a young number in my mind. I thought that all that age turning crap was just an excuse for Hallmark to sell shitty cards. Well that part is true, Hallmark does sell shitty cards, but the cynicism was based entirely of my fear of growing up and loosing my youth. Well, my youth and my hair. So, in a bizarre twist of fate I spent my 24th birthday by myself in a bar, because all of my friends were busy and it was so close to thanksgiving.

(On a later note: I just received a very cute Hallmark e-card from my girlfriend, which wasn’t shitty and was quite endearing.)

The fact of the matter is being scared of getting older is fruitless. You are going to get older and there is nothing you can do about it. I cannot re-live the past, or live in the past. I must look ahead and be happy that I have what I have right now and rejoice in my life, rather than complain about it. I don’t have any choice in the matter.

As one of my favorite musicians Krishna Das said recently “You can either be happy in your life, or you can learn to be happy in your life. You only get one life to live, so you better start enjoying it.” This had a profound effect on my life. So many people sit complaining about this and that and never get around to enjoying what they have.

So, I decided as a new leaf to turn, to try to enjoy life… and try to remember it this time.