November freaks me out. The sudden onset of thankfulness that lasts
approximately 25 days and makes people gush about how fake happy they
are about every tiny detail in their lives then promptly forget those
tiny details right after the pie is served annoys me. The pie part
doesn't annoy me. The marshmallow topped sweet potatoes don't annoy me
either. I'm not even listening to Cherokee Nation on repeat as I write
this, though in the spirit of Thanksgiving we all should listen to that.
Isn't part of being alive being aware that you are alive and not just in November? How do you be alive every day and not be thankful?I swear I wake up every morning totally shocked that I am not dead. Given our luck, it's really amazing. My alarm goes off and I am all Oh My Buddha! I am totally fucking alive! I might have time to watch all the episodes of Glee that I recorded! And there are cookies in the kitchen! BEST DAY EVER! This happens every day of the year, not just November. My day NEVER goes as I think it will. I don't ever end up having time to watch the Glee marathon. Everywhere I go it takes a long time because something always happens and then I am aware and thankful for those things, even when they are annoying. Life would be so boring if nothing ever happened. I am pretty sure the day I will have time to sit and watch my homemade Glee marathon will be the day my DVR will break. I'll be less thankful and more annoyed that day. I think the Twenty-Five Days of Thankfulness gas that stores pump their their air vents has the opposite effect on me. It just makes me jumpy when the fake love starts oozing from people.
I totally would've sucked at living in the 60's.
*Before our relatives get all commenty: yes, we were BORN in the 60's but we weren't really living in the 60's if you get my drift.
Isn't part of being alive being aware that you are alive and not just in November? How do you be alive every day and not be thankful?I swear I wake up every morning totally shocked that I am not dead. Given our luck, it's really amazing. My alarm goes off and I am all Oh My Buddha! I am totally fucking alive! I might have time to watch all the episodes of Glee that I recorded! And there are cookies in the kitchen! BEST DAY EVER! This happens every day of the year, not just November. My day NEVER goes as I think it will. I don't ever end up having time to watch the Glee marathon. Everywhere I go it takes a long time because something always happens and then I am aware and thankful for those things, even when they are annoying. Life would be so boring if nothing ever happened. I am pretty sure the day I will have time to sit and watch my homemade Glee marathon will be the day my DVR will break. I'll be less thankful and more annoyed that day. I think the Twenty-Five Days of Thankfulness gas that stores pump their their air vents has the opposite effect on me. It just makes me jumpy when the fake love starts oozing from people.
I totally would've sucked at living in the 60's.
*Before our relatives get all commenty: yes, we were BORN in the 60's but we weren't really living in the 60's if you get my drift.
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