X-Mess.
It’s That TIme Of Year.
I noticed about a month ago that the dancing Santas were out on Yonge Street; the life-sized creepy-ass Santas that dance and wave to tinny recorded music. Last year they were snowmen. I can’t help but roll around and around in my head the logistics of these ridiculous things - someone had to conceive of, design, manufacture, market, sell and transport these dumbass things, and whoever that person is is probably a jillionaire. For coming up with absolutely ridiculous holiday crap that lines Yonge Street. Amazing really.
It’s the unlikely ideas that are the ones that seem to take off; I think a lot about the dude who invented those giant bows that go on top of new cars.
It’s technically Christmas Day although since I haven’t slept yet it’s still Christmas Eve (my blog, my rules, deal). I don’t really celebrate Christmas per se, more just “day to see people, drink lots, eat food, and sit around”, but even so I feel this PRESSURE to buy things for Loved Ones lest they decide to hate me.
And I know that nothing I can get would make them change their opinions any, and anything I get them is probably going to be useless crap anyway, but the symbol is so important.
So much of money is just symbols, just a signifier to indicate something else. Leasing a flash car because it makes it look like you can afford it. Splashing out on elaborate gifts to prove how much you love people. Wearing designer clothes to an event to impress people only to put the tags back on and returning them the next day. Amazing really, all this caught up in a grand illusion.
Not that I’m sure lots of people buy their loved ones excellent, appropriate and beautiful gifts … I guess it just feels so empty really.
There’s six days left in this process.
I have no idea how I feel about that.
I hope today you feel at least a shred of love and glad tidings, whether it’s over a Christmas turkey or over the Festivus Feats Of Strength.