Friday, November 26, 2004
Wellwellwell... about that time of the year again. Time to scrape a few more splinters off the bottom of the barrel as I search my life for things I oughta be thankful for. As per usual I'm stuck with the usual standbys.
- My family, whom I neglect horribly
- My friends, whom I neglect just as badly, if not worse
- The lucky roll of the genetic dice that left me healthy, good looking, and reasonably intelligent to somewhat clever, all of which I neglect (possibly worst of all) by failing to take advantage of them
- I'm not sick or homeless or completely alone, I have a big roomfull of nice stuff, I never lack for entertainment or food
- I live in a wealthy, privileged nation that puts on a respectable show of being a democracy... or at very least a republic of some stripe
- Further lucky genetic diceroll: I'm white and male! I'm not going to pretend that that doesn't give me untold advantages in our society, because I'm not a Republican
- All the amusing tales and stories that life has given me in the place of contentment or happiness
So, OK, I'm not what you'd call a very happy person. Maybe I'm too honest (tip o' cap to Skallas)
But let me tell you: my own isolation has led to me spending this Thanksgiving essentially alone. I was supposed to visit my sister's in-laws, but I couldn't get in touch with her to find out what the plan was. Turns out I had her old (outdated) mobile number and ended up calling someone named Rachel. My thanksgiving dinner was a bottle of beer and a (WARNING! Blatant Product Placement Ahead!) DiGiorno veggie pizza. I got much love from the critters, and a friend randomly stopped by with a Big Lebowski DVD (and the makings for a chicken gumbo) Well, not so randomly... turns out she thought she needed to stop in and look after the beasts. Apparently I can no longer be trusted to feed and walk and the like.
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