Well Then.......
December it is. I am always amazed at how readily we pigeon hole everything. Everything. Music, people, months.
December is defined solely by a fat man in a tacky red suit. (tee hee)
I like December because of the Winter Solstice. The shortest day of the year. The point at which the days start getting longer again. It always gives me hope.
I refuse to throw my hat into the ring and decry the commercialism of the season, or the lack of spirituality, or even the remarkable level of excess exhibited by our culture.
I just don't care.
Really.
People will do what people will do. This season is exactly what we want it to be. It is a reflection of our collective Id.
Shallow, consumptive, desirous, and greedy; with just enough yearning for something meaningful to soothe our souls and convince ourselves that we are just a little better than the offspring of Augustus Gluub and Veruka Salt.
See, I revel in the fact that I am a product of the societal incubator from which I have been spawned.
Really.
I like to pretend that life is purposeful and that it has some greater value than can be observed at a glance. I spend endless hours massaging my ego until it is nice and spongy and nostalgic for Lawrence Welk and hoop skirts and good old days which were really no better than these days apart from having been sanitized by memory and blurred by distance.
SO Merry Thing to all.
And to all a good other Thing.
Regards,
Evil
