Now, I don’t have much of a problem with the holiday season. I like the energy and nostalgic comfort that snow and Christmas music brings. But come on, booting into high holiday gear with Black Friday is like strapping a large trout on your back and walking into the neighboring bear cave to borrow some sugar.
We’re supposed to be thankful for what we have (as we cram as much bird and liquid potatoes into our stomachs as we can) during Thanksgiving, but the next day we charge the stores in search of what we want and don’t have?
Sure, it’s a reflection of the consumerism in our society (I mean people are willing to run the risk of being trampled to save some money) but it also shows where we’re drawing happiness from. We’re happy if we save money and we’re happy if we can get the greatest gifts ever. It’s cliche to say, I know, but we feel the need to be successful to be satisfied instead of pausing and being satisfied with what we have first.
It’s not that I don’t get it. I love seeing people happy with what I bought them, but we’re so high strung on being perfect (all while being a “smart shopper”) that the holiday season just becomes a huge bowl of hot, steaming stress. Shop, but be safe. Shop, but remember to pause sometimes.
Well, it’s almost time. LET’S GO PEOPLE, THERE AIN’T MUCH TIME TILL THE FAT MAN SQUEEZES INTO YOUR HOUSE AND FILLS SOME SOCKS