Ah, here we go again, ready for the Christmas sales, you’ve got your shopping list, the sales coupons and comfortable shoes to stand in line for hours around the block so that you can get the super cheap item you wanted to get for so long.
You finally get to have the thing you coveted all this time, at a great price, you are blessed with happiness, now enjoy it, play with it and rejoice while it lasts… or until the next fad hits you and you run out the door to stand in line again because you need that thing to,… well yeah,…be happy!
Okay, now go back and read paragraph one above again, replace “Christmas” with Valentines Day, Mother’s Day, Easter, Father’s Day, Piggy Day, Divorce Day, I’ve-got-a-Pimple Day, What-the-Hell Day… doesn’t really matter, as long as you get your stuff for cheap and you can feel happy, who cares about what day it is, right?
I don’t feel like giving advice and offer a polite, encouraging and inspiring sermon about what you should do to save the planet, to save your money for something more meaningful, to find happiness through the good deeds you can offer, or through volunteerism and helping the poor. Nah, you already know that part or heard it from someone else. This post is not about giving advice, this post today, is about me and how sickening I believe all of it is. You guessed it by now, it is NOT my favorite time of the year, it is the worst.
While I watch all the things that come out of the stores, hear about the stampede, see the boxes packed under the tree, the garbage cans overflowing after the holidays; I can only think of what is behind all that “stuff.” I see the people, the animals, the forest, the water, the pollution and the sadness. If you want to know what I’m talking about, here are a couple of books you can read:
Stuff: The secret lives of everyday things
Confessions of an Eco-Sinner: Tracking Down the Sources of My Stuff
What a world!
