Seasons Greeding
I don't like it when my family asks me to forbidden question of, "What do you want for Christmas?" It makes me feel shallow and greedy. When I tell them a card is more than sufficient, they laugh and say, "No, really. What do you want?" And proceed to tell me what they expect in return. Is this what we are? A world so full of selfishness that we are ten years old every time some holiday comes around? If so, I choose not to be a part of this rat race and will choose to live on a hill on Wisconsin instead.
Or Iowa. Dave said there was corn in Iowa. I like corn.
I digress. I hate to be one of those people that depends on material things to get through life, but this is how humanity lives. I spent this weekend clearing out our things from the closets and separating the Goodwill from the keepers. Chris nearly had a heart attack because he is a pack rat and likes to keep EVERYTHING, just in case he needs it when he's 80 years old. I sat down with him and explained that we barely have room for us and his parents. Adding another person to the mix, no matter how small, is going to change everything. He disagrees. I don't know how to explain it to him further.
We went to the Six Flags Christmas Party Friday night and won a two night stay in San Diego with tickets to the Zoo. It was a decent raffle, and quite surprising that we won something good. The last time we went, several moons ago, we won a dinner at Gladstones Seafood Restaurant in Universal Studios Citywalk, and that turned out to be a disaster. The food was terrible and Chris became ill. Granted he can't stand seafood to begin with, this certainly did not change his mind. But we seemed to be winners this time, which is good because I am unemployed and have zero dollars to my income, so I can't take any breaks up to the Bay Area until after I start my job in January sometime.
Did I mention that I need to get away? I'm hoping these few days coming up will allow us the conversation that needs to take place. Ignorance and selfishness have no place in this house. Not now, and not ever. Someone needs to wake up and realize just how seriously these changes will take. And that person is not me. Well, almost not me.
Not completely anyways.
Or Iowa. Dave said there was corn in Iowa. I like corn.
I digress. I hate to be one of those people that depends on material things to get through life, but this is how humanity lives. I spent this weekend clearing out our things from the closets and separating the Goodwill from the keepers. Chris nearly had a heart attack because he is a pack rat and likes to keep EVERYTHING, just in case he needs it when he's 80 years old. I sat down with him and explained that we barely have room for us and his parents. Adding another person to the mix, no matter how small, is going to change everything. He disagrees. I don't know how to explain it to him further.
We went to the Six Flags Christmas Party Friday night and won a two night stay in San Diego with tickets to the Zoo. It was a decent raffle, and quite surprising that we won something good. The last time we went, several moons ago, we won a dinner at Gladstones Seafood Restaurant in Universal Studios Citywalk, and that turned out to be a disaster. The food was terrible and Chris became ill. Granted he can't stand seafood to begin with, this certainly did not change his mind. But we seemed to be winners this time, which is good because I am unemployed and have zero dollars to my income, so I can't take any breaks up to the Bay Area until after I start my job in January sometime.
Did I mention that I need to get away? I'm hoping these few days coming up will allow us the conversation that needs to take place. Ignorance and selfishness have no place in this house. Not now, and not ever. Someone needs to wake up and realize just how seriously these changes will take. And that person is not me. Well, almost not me.
Not completely anyways.