These are damned hard times! And...quite frankly "I'm tired." Maybe I'll wake up and look around my room and say, "WTF?!!!" Maybe I'll not wake up. Maybe I'm already dead and this is Hell. Maybe I'll wake up and there'll be small lizards running about in my thatched hut with the waves slightly pulling the pink sands of my front yard into the massive pool of turquoise salted water and the minute crystal grains settling farther and farther from shore. Maybe, just maybe I'll wake up and be happy. I mean REAL happy. I'm very disappointed in myself. I'm letting the world settle on my shoulders when it is not about the world, but about Me. I'm the only stinking Dolt who can make Me happy. Truth is I think I've found it now and again, but I see it not happening too soon.
I've been following a friend's blog for quite some time. My life could be worse as I read about his "day to day" attempts at "landing that job"! Futile I fear. Futile as me sleeping on a fu..... sofa every night until "closure".
I've tried to tell everyone, "Shit's gonna get worse! Even worse than we ever thought possible." The fan has big blades and one can sling poo at it all day and they're still gonna turn! I dunno....
Inner Peace. That's what I want for Christmas. "HEY!!!" "This is a funny thought. You think with the economy taking a crap that Christmas might, just might be Christmas once again?!!" "The throngs crashing into one another in the Malls buying, consuming, spending, over spending driving themselves deeper and deeper into the maws of Credit,..what do you think?! Think it'll be spent like I SPENT IT as a child, totally immersed into the tree adorned with lights so colourful and bright, the smells eminating from the freshcut pine, cookies, HOMEMADE cookies, the brightness of the snow at night illuminated from a crisp, starlit night?! And most of all the presents! Those gifts that Santa had brought during the night as I slept with dreams of wonderful things, of happiness. The only happiness that a child can dream of, Love. Love from their family. That warmth generated from knowing that TOMORROW, tomorrow I will see what Santa brought me and mom and dad will sit there with their eyes gleaming with the love of seeing the amazement and joy upon their children's faces. And we were happy! Happy with the one toy we had asked Santa for and happy for the other (and some years), or even a THIRD toy!! How remarkable! How Christmas! We were grateful. No crying 'cause I didn't get more than 6, or 8, or more gifts from the Santa Mall. But, Hey! Not enough?!! Well by Golly let's SHOPPING AGAIN THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS FOR THOSE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS SALES!!!!!!
"C'mon. PEOPLE!!! When is enough CRAP enough?!!" .....CHARGE IT!
Hell, yeah. Can't see out the back window of the car, but I got's me some sales!! "OH!! Let's stop and get something to eat at APPLEBEE's!" ....CHARGE IT!
Sorry, I'm not doing it anymore. What can I possibly give at Christmas that people haven't been buying year round at the Santa Mall?!! And this Christmas?!! For ME?!! Well, I ain't sleepin' on the sofa!!! Besides, It'll be best if I'm not around. Too bad, but, hey, I'm going to spend it drinking Champange Christmas Eve on a beach, or if that fails, in a Hotel Room in some town. Chicago, if my son goes with me, but I'd probably like to find a little town along the Lake Coast and get a B&B for the night.
Honestly, it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is there is sooo much unhappines happening right now it's hard to concentrate. And for those 35,000 slated to be "axed" over the next 3 years from Bank of America, "Don't... ...CHARGE IT!"
I would REALLY like to spend Christmas with no cell phones, no Vick'y Secret striped bags lying about, no GIFT CARDS, no $200 video games, no looks of disappointment and no fear of running deeper into the maws of the Credit Companies.
Our world as we know has changed, "Thank you very much." As I knew it was just a matter of time.
So, how do I end this blog with a happy note?!
My friends and my family, know this; You can be happy. you can make it if you really want to. The problem is, it's going to be a different world coming our way. If we can adjust, we'll be fine! What we do have that can only be shared is Love for one another. The other stuff,..enh, it's BS! Take a walk downtown on Christmas day. Go sledding, ice skating, or give a gift to a stranger in need.
Quick note then I'm fried,..speaking of strangers. There is this man walking around town with a dog and a small portable 2 wheeled cart to carry the bottles he's retrieving from the local containers (no, not Can Man). This fellow has a dog. I see them throughout Niles walking together. Rather kind of sad looking duo. But, the man has a friend, the dog. One day I noticed the dog limping and the fellow walking slowly so his friend would travel easier. It bothered me. I thought if that dog were to become worse, what could the fellow do? However, I do notice the dog is better. However!! One of the two wheels on the cart were missing. The man still pulled it. I dunno?! Is it me? I know what I'm giving someone for Christmas. I hope they won't be offended, but stuff like that just hits!!! When I think life sux, all I gotta do is open my eyes!!!
So, I leave you with a request. There are two songs I'd really like my Dear Readers to listen to this Holiday Season. Both by John Lennon; Imagine and So this is Christmas.
Happy Holidays!
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