Thanksgiving is coming up and I’m only “celebrating” it because of family obligations.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I like turkey. Stuffing is delicious. It’s also an excuse to spend time with family. Best of all, it’s a day off from work (if you’re lucky)!
But still… meh.
Maybe I’m a weirdo, but holidays don’t mean much to me anymore. I totally get their relevance to other people – hell, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Day were the holy trinity of holidays to me at one point – but I can do without actually celebrating them. I’m not against celebrating holidays; I’m just indifferent.
I actually don’t even know why I’m writing this. I’m certainly not trying to convince anyone of anything. I guess what I’m saying is this: are holidays special or is what people do on those holidays special?
Many holidays are spent with family and friends. People consume copious amounts of food and alcohol, party, talk, and generally veg out (if they’re lucky). But we don’t have to wait for holidays to do those things. In fact, many people don’t wait.
I don’t care about Earth reaching the same position in its orbit of the sun.
I find the celebration of bunnies and Jesus on the same day just weird.
I can be a glutton anytime I want and I don’t need a holiday based on the slaughter of indigenous people as an excuse to do so.
Unless my mom is making stuffing. Then, you know, put it in my belly.
Peace out, party people (though I hate this movie).
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