This isn’t a rant. I’m not mad or upset and no emotional provocation set these words. I just don’t always post fun stuff. I did receive questions from two people about the following entry as to what might be wrong. Honestly, nothing is. I’m happy, upbeat and genuinely pleased with the things going on around me. I am sorry if it’s not what you wanted to read, but first and foremost I write here for me. Readers are a delicious bonus. I half considered removing the post because of the way it affected those two individuals who contacted me. I won’t because after re-reading my words, I feel the same about it as when I wrote it. It’s honest and I apologise if it worries anyone or causes discomfort. Thank you for understanding.
So Thanksgiving came and went and liver waster George Best (finally*) died. Neither has affected me in the slightest.
But you’re American Jen, don’t you at least miss the glutton’s favourite holiday?
No. I don’t need a silly autumn occasion to avoid more meat, eat mashed potatoes that I can make any old time, and ignore the worthless news coverage about holiday sales targets at every North American retail outlet. I didn’t miss a thing. (Hey, I wonder… did Bird Flu hurt turkey sales? I kinda hope so… Fear your meat. The more you know about your meat America, the more you should fear your meat. Yeah I know, I should fear the fish I eat too, but so far I just like to disillusion myself into believing that the seafood I eat is supplementing a phantom mercury deficiency in my diet. * smirk *)
To be completely honest, I miss family and friends, but I miss them regularly anyway and without a pork-out holiday to remind me. I’m too far removed by generations of ancestors to give a rat’s ass about the true meaning of Thanksgiving. I realise that perhaps sounds unpatriotic to some, but hey, no one is directly affected anymore. Pretty much every holiday is a tradition constructed by dead people several generations back for reasons we don’t actively recognise anymore. Without Googling, tell me the historic reasons for four major holidays in America that everyone celebrates like zombies and I’ll be impressed. One rule: you can’t use Easter or Halloween. It’s my challenge, I make the rules. Of course if you can do it, I don’t guarantee that you’ll single-handedly restore my faith in American traditions, but I’ll at least be made aware that despite the commercial takeover of all that was once sacred to each and every American in our pasts, that some of you still celebrate for all the right reasons. We just have to look beyond the 12′ inflatable Santa in your yard to see it.
Love each other. Celebrate holidays for family, not for the best animatronic manger scene on the block and who can secretly see the therapist the most after the stress of the holiday melee dies down. This applies to all holidays. After all, do you know the real, historical, reason you celebrate or only that you tell yourself it’s for loved ones, freedom or your god.
And yes, I’ve been somewhat cynical and disillusioned about this stuff for many years… 😉
* Sure, It sounds disrespectful to say it that way, but DAMN! the British press has been waiting for him to die for a month now. They’ve all had big tribute articles to the soccer player written for weeks, just waiting for the dude to die. Here’s your quick rundown: He drank too much, needed a liver transplant. He drank when he wasn’t supposed to and wasted the donor liver. He died at 59. My great aunt was an organ recipient and cherished every day with it after 12 years of dialysis. I have no sympathy for George Best. Irresponsible cunt.