I’m in a funk today. As usual, I try not to insolate myself to myself even though I know that in the end, I will come clean (i.e., insolate myself).
The funk stems of course from Christmas. Yep, Christmas, the absolute worst holiday ever in the mind of the Bigjolly. I know, I know, birth of Christ, etc., yada, whatever. Fact is, the Bigjolly just doesn’t like Christmas.
Oh, for sure, I could blame it on something or someone, such is the norm these days. But I have no excuse, I just don’t like Christmas.
But why, Bigjolly, why? Well, the first thing that comes to mind is the commercialization of what should be a sacred holiday. Notice that I didn’t say what started out as a sacred holiday but that’s an argument for another day. And forget the “first thing” crap, fact is that’s the only thing that the Bigjolly despises about the holiday. It leads to others, yes (can you say hypocrisy?) but those are secondary to me.
No, the pressure that comes in America with Christmas is the antithesis of Christianity. Even more than the current crop of health-wealth spouters in the religious community. Forget them for the moment (I know, it isn’t easy).
Think instead of the young father (such as I spoke with today) that cannot afford the popular presents and is torn between adhering to his values or succumbing to the marketers triumph of debt. What does he do? Want a paradox? Try it out – should he say no, we can purchase only a few items within our budget, he is (trust me) scorned by his family. Should he say yes and go into debt, he puts his family’s future at risk (should you really question that?).
Ah, but this is just one example. The Bigjolly could go on endlessly with this route or just say, hey, I’m outta here. SU just walked in and asked if I wanted to escape to El Toro. That was an easy decision. Late.