The Wee Democracy

turkey malaise, redux

well, here we are again, thursday night, tryptophan induced comas overcome, late night drives for takeout concluded, gullets filled and bloated, and nothing to show for it, but a carb headache and onion breath.

i commented earlier to my mom, how your perspective on things changes with age, which is hardly a novel idea, but still. look at christmas. there was the time in my youth when the calender was flipped to december, and you spent a friday afternoon in school making advent wreaths out of construction paper, counting down the actual hours to christmas morning. you made your christmas list as soon as the weather turned cold, and you were really young enough to not worry about having to get anyone else anything at all.

then you hit 7 or 8 and you can't be terribly selfish anymore, so you hit the mall with 50 bucks and you can buy everything you need for everyone at a ten dollar a person budget. it's the thought that counts, after all.

13 comes around, and you've got to really start putting some thought into it. 16 comes, and you're legally able to work now, so get your ass in gear and start spending.

by the time you're 24, budgets have rocketed sky high, and the thought is the most excruciating thinking process ever, and you hate it. yeah, by that time, you've stopped counting down the days to christmas because you're excited. instead, you're waiting in front of a time bomb, just hoping that the clock will stop in time for you to defuse it. christmas used to be the biggest day of the year, but now it's just a saturday.

thanksgiving seems like that now. it's a day off to me. i ate turkey, i ate stuffing, i ate sweet potatoes. BFD.