Holidays are beginning to get on my nerves. Not because of consumerism or any hippie crap like that. I quite enjoy consumerism. I like having things. Things make me happy.
What the hell was I talking about...
Oh, right. Holidays.
I've often said I don't like Valentine's Day because I don't like someone telling me when to be loving to my wife. I love her every day. Why would I save showing her how much she means to me for one cold ass day in the middle of fuckin February?
But lately, that same sentiment has spread to other holidays. I was channel surfing the other day and came across a Halloween movie of some sort. I'll be honest, I got so lost in this thought that I forgot the TV was even on.
In January, we are to party and get drunk to celebrate the new year. February, we love. March/April we get drunk to celebrate one religious figure and color eggs to honor another. May we remember how much our moms mean to us. June we give dad a call.
July comes along and tells us to be patriotic. August and September give us our longest breaks from commercial holidays, which we need as we come to the end of the year. October, it's time to be scared. November, give thanks and eat until you pass out. And finally, Christmas, where we honor one of the religious figures from back in March/April by buying more shit that we have all year.
Seven days later, we start all over.
I'm not against these holidays. I enjoy most of them. But I'm starting to resent being told that fear is for October and cheer is for December and that love is for really fuckin cold days in February.
Would it really be so bad if we decided to all get dressed up and scare the bejebus out of each other on some random day in the middle of June? Or if we bought our significant other a nice present to show our love on March 19th?
It's not even that we are told when to feel these things. It's that we only do them at the scheduled time. Perhaps it's just my natural rejection of time frames talking here but I'm thinking of dressing up as a monster and jumping out at kids as they search for Easter eggs this year.
2 comments:
I don't think you're limited to these times of year, yet they serve as reminders for those of us that get too carried away with other stuff to remember to enjoy the little things. Love, fear, remembrance, and all the rest. Sometimes we need a date marked on the calendar to make us stop and appreciate it.
I am 100% with you on these. I've often failed miserably thru the years to get the right gifts/cards on the right ocassions out on time if at all. It's not that I don't love or care for that person, it's just that I resent being told to show it this way and when, as you note here. I hate Christmas worst of all - brings out the craziness in everyone. I would love to see a megaban on all Christmas gifts that are purchased. Who the hell needs more stuff anyway? And signed Christmas cards, really? Try a handwritten note on an off-day, and see if it doesn't mean so much more! When was the last time someone sent a real letter to your mail box, when was the last time you sent one?
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