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Thursday, November 25, 2010

On being different

     Today, in America, is a "holiday" called Thanksgiving. Most of us have been spoon fed a homogenized version depicting Native Americans and Invaders Pilgrims sitting peacefully sharing a meal together. If you've never been inclined to do a bit of research or are a person who prefers to remain blissfully unaware you might want to stop reading here. Before you get your granny panties all in a twist and accuse me of trying to suck the joy out of your holiday (again), fuck off.  It always seems to be acceptable for everyone to have their own opinions as long as they don't differ from the popular. I've been called difficult and opinionated and stubborn for years, I think  for myself, read, ponder and form my own views, popular or not, so I'm OK with whatever names you want to call me.
     There are several versions of the origin of Thanksgiving, history was, after all, written by the winners, right? Here's a little something I found. I wasn't present at the original "Thanksgiving" table, so my dislike of this holiday comes from a purely personal place and a dislike of masquerading as something I'm not, but I have found numerous accounts of the massacres and atrocious acts that occurred around the time of "Thanksgiving" and found that little article interesting. Do your own research, see what you find. It's fun!
     What I never have understood, and I have asked my own mother multiple times, as she claims to love all the "traditional" Thanksgiving lies foods and keep trying to shove the convoluted "it's about being with family" line of bullshit down my throat, then why don't you shove stale bread up a carcass' ass in July and spend time with your family whenever possible? My mother generally stammers and stutters until she finally gets pissy and simply says, "why do you have to question everything, why can't you just accept things as they have always been?" BECAUSE I'M TOO INTELLIGENT!
What sort of person thinks it's preferable to mindlessly follow? HolymotheroffuckIhopeI'madopted! I also know for a fact that my mother hates her own siblings, or is "money grubbing soulless vultures I hope to never see again" a term of endearment? Anyone? I also know that my parents wouldn't drive down to watch my son & I compete in our karate tournament but 2 weeks later they drove down with the intention of watching my nieces subsequently rained out softball tournament. Being with family my ass. 
     I am thankful, I am grateful and I am appreciative, but I don't wait until the 4th Thursday in November to SHOW that. And no, logging into your facebook page to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving is NOT showing your friends and family that you are thankful they are part of your life. Bringing them soup when they are sick, writing them a letter, yes writing, on real paper, holding their hand, kissing their foreheads, wrapping your arms around them and holding them against you, making them something with your own hands...those are a few ways you can SHOW your loved ones how thankful you are for them.
    
    

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Hidden in plain sight

I haven't written in what seems like forever. I used to write over at a little joint called Windows Live Spaces, maybe you remember it? I had a good run of 5 or so years, but the longer I had that space, the stranger my flock became until soon I was spending more time [not]answering questions people demanded I answer, deleting spam comments left in some foreign characters, fending off jealous misguided suitors mistakenly believing I was some lonely desperate housewife looking to be swept away or peeking at my e-mail through nearly closed eyes due to an influx of penis pictures some assholes felt compelled to send me.  I tried to write because writing soothes my soul and eases my mind, but the bottom line is, it became more trouble than it was worth and soon, time escaped me, the flock found other victims and I finally faded from memories and bookmarks.  That's when I finally had some time to breathe deeply and recover.
     I miss writing. I missed it everyday. I miss writing for me and not concerning myself with who's going to need to be held after I post a flaming rant of death or who's shrew of a wife/girlfriend/allegedly "female" online only love interest is going to have a hissy fit worthy of middle school drama club because her man is fawning or jacking off over something I wrote. I'm controversial, at times obnoxious, intelligent, thought provoking, arousing, irritating, amusing, bitchy, judgemental, oftentimes just mental, kind, mean, silly, serious, and scarily comforting. I'm everything you never knew you always wanted. I'm me, and I'm back.