Been in a pretty good Christmas mood this year.
Could be the Jackson effect.
There are years when I don't give a shit, years when I think the whole thing is a joke. The years I am into it are the best.
I was cruising along fat, dumb, and happy, until students were slaughtered at Brown University, Jewish people were slaughtered on Bondi Beach in Australia, and Rob and Michelle Reiner were slaughtered by their own son. Boom, boom, boom - just like that.
Hard to make merry when there is so much violence and hatred in the world, and it is always IN YOUR FACE. You cannot get away from it. Day after fucking day.
I was down for a while there, feeling bruised as an embarrassed member of the human race.
Then came the realization - this is what Christmas is for. We all need to escape from our lives and this nasty world we live in, even if it's only for a couple of weeks. A month if you include Thanksgiving.
Getting together with family, laughing over dinner, bedazzled by Christmas lights and serenaded with Christmas music, inspired by the hope of New Year - these things refresh your soul, allow it to breathe in something other than poison.
We all need this, and we need to make it genuine. Don't fake it - feel it.
So I am feeling happy again. I have a magical family and magnificent friends - I am lucky considering my naturally churlish nature.
Kidding - I am likeable. Maybe even, in a stretch, loveable.
The only thing that cannot be debated is that I am lucky.
And I know it.
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