Ah, the holidays, a time of celebration, relaxation, and consumption. Christmas gives us a reason to be with friends and family. Hanukkah is incentive to kick back and chug some eggnog, and Kwanzaa is why we spend so much money on crap we'll never use. And it just so happens to be my favorite part of the year.
The cold weather and jolly holiday spirit validates my slothful lazing around, doing absolutely nothing, not that I needed a reason. I should be working on apps right now, but fuck it! It's Christmas, I deserve to unwind. The holidays give us something to strive for in our pathetic day-to-day lives, a short-term purpose.
But the holiday season also reeks of hypocrisy. The purpose of Christmas or any of the aforementioned holidays is to give, goodwill and love to all. Giving usually implies presents, fueling the absolutely unstoppable behemoth inundation of consumerism. While we clamor and gibe about giving to the less fortunate, about how "giving is better than receiving," it's plain to see that at the back of everyone's mind is a simple and irrevocable desire to have more stuff. And because we're a species of followers, once everyone decided to follow this pattern of behavior, everyone does. But this is one of those hypocrisies that are relatively harmless. What does it matter if little Timmy says one thing but really feels another? It's the holidays! Nobody cares if you're a hypocrite because they're too busy engorging themselves on turkeys and trips to the mall.
One of the most tragically humorous things about me is that while I'm shamelessly cynical and pessimistic, my tasty nougat center is composed entirely of romanticism. I'm a big huggy-wuggy teddy bear at heart, if by teddy bear you mean ferocious polar bear defending her cub. But in all seriousness, there are things that make me melt, like the movie Atonement, polar bear cubs, and corny romantic gestures. It provides a nice balance to my personality. The holiday season should also be on that list. It's a time of togetherness, love, and happiness. A time where we should all set aside pointless bickering, grudges, and ill-disguised animosity. You can resume that shit after New Year's, I don't have a problem with that. But somewhere around this time, I feel myself smiling a lot more (which is like once a day as opposed to the perpetual grimace I have on most of the time), prone to outbursts of Christmas songs, and just generally jolly and jovial, like a big fat Santa Claus. If you want to see an anomaly, just look at me during Christmastime. If I'm willing to brush off hypocrisy, then you know something's going down.
So dismiss the usual message I give out through this blog. Forget contemplating the meaningless of life, forget pondering the futility of being nice to people, forget musing the benefits of staying true to yourself and loving only what truly matters, forget wondering whether unconditional love exists or not, forget ruminating the downfalls of a capitalistic society.
Forget it all and just enjoy the holidays. One love, bruddah.
PS. The holidays make me hornier than a rhinoceros with genital warts.
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