Highly opinionated short post.
The holidays are kind of a fucking joke. A obfuscated thing driven by corporate America to fuel a race among friends for status and acceptance, a ruse of a marketing scheme. Yuppie REI hippies complain about inorganic foods altering the DNA of their body, while Macy’s and cable TV have already programed the notion of spending loads of money this time of the year, and it’s worked so well.
I enjoy giving people gifts, infact I’m sure in the next two – three weeks I will do such things, as I would any time of the year. My friends mean more to me then recipients to impulsive mindless gift buying and giving. I take time away from my life during the eleven other months for them, the only difference this month is anything that I give will have no relation or anchor to the fact that the rest of United States is doing it because the colors red and green trigger a feeling similar to farmers knowing when it’s time to harvest. What I give is because the persons I’m gifting are special to me and deserve to be reminding of that whenever I damn well please.
Don’t bother giving me something if you’re stressing about it, if you think that if you don’t I’m going to deem you as a bad person because it’s December gifting time and I see that as an important test of our friendship. Think about what I mean to you and how that works into your life, and whenever you want, however you want, show it, to whatever extent that you want. The more you step away from the forced internal alarm that the rich of this nation have created for the rest-of-the-world class, the more I will see you as a human being.
