It's the dreaded holiday season. The time of year when those of us who are displaced in society have to put on the happy face and wish others a Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year, even though, as Lennon said in "Help" - I don't Subscribe to your religion.
Whatever that religion is. Something tells me the religion is guilt and the guilt plays itself out in the form of how large a pile of junk one can accumulate under a dead tree that somehow translates into the love mom and/or dad feels for their children. It's a sick and twisted society we live in.
I gave up on that concept in the mid-70s, once I realized that the silliness of the holiday didn't translate into actual love but artificial love. Love via Visa or MasterCard. It can be an enjoyable season, but it's for kids and couples and I find myself lacking in both, so for me, it's just another day on the calendar.
We will hear news stories of how this "holiday shopping season" is the worst ever because of what people tell us is "the economy." It's a nice excuse, but maybe what is happening is that people are realizing that the economic hardships are making them think about the largess they impose on others is unnecessary, much as they realized that driving became unnecessary once gasoline prices neared $4 a gallon.
It takes economic hardship to make people realize the spiraling nonsense they have found themselves in. Wasting gasoline is no different at $2 a gallon than it was at $4, just as a pile of junk on Christmas morning is no more or less useful now than before. But we believe that if we don't spend we don't love. That's sad.
Instead of a pile of stuff, try finding one thing that might mean more than the pile. Realize that more isn't necessarily better. Think before you buy and save wrapping paper and expensive gasoline. It's the same story every year, and now more than ever it's time to reign in the spending and take a look in the mirror at what we've become. Stop doing what they tell you to do.
Take it from an outsider - they'll still love you after Christmas, even if you don't max-out your credit limit. And most of all, you'll feel better about yourself. So, fuck 'em if they can't take it. The sooner they learn the harsh realities of life, the better.
Besides, there are 364 other days in the year.