I try not to rant on my blog, Modern Philosophers, because I do that enough in real life. I have to make an exception today, though, because it’s Christmas, which means I’m all alone with no outlet for my rantings.
I attempted to vent to the cats, but they scurried under the bed and refuse to come out.
So I really have no choice but to turn to my blog to get these Deep Thoughts out of my head. I apologize in advance for putting you through this.
When I was a kid, Christmas was all about family. We put on our Sunday best and after going to church, spent the day with relatives. This gathering usually took place at our house, but I wasn’t allowed to run off and hide in my room, watch television, or try out my new toys with my friends.
My friends wouldn’t have been allowed to play with me anyway, since they would be spending the day with family as well.
That’s simply how Christmas was done. Like it or not, you were stuck with family, and sometimes had to endure hours with family members you only saw that one “magical” day of the year.
Family values. You didn’t have to like them, but you had to have them!
And you wonder why I’m not close with my family today…
I noticed that studios would always release a big movie on Christmas, so I asked why movies came out on Christmas if the day was meant to be spent with family.
My stepmother replied that movies on Christmas were for Jewish people and folks who were all alone and needed to get out of the house before they got too depressed.
Are we turning our backs on family? Do we hate Christmas and its traditions?
If this country still had proper family values, then there would not have been a line around the block this afternoon when I showed up at the movie theater to see Star Wars.
It was all this pathetic, lonely guy had been looking forward to about Christmas. I’d assumed the theater would be empty because everyone would be home with family.
Instead, I was trapped in line behind family after family that was talking about Christmas. These were not Jewish folks. These were not sad loners.
These were family units, several generations in fact, standing in line to see a movie on Christmas Day.
Standing in line in front of me, to be more specific, and causing the flick to be sold out before I was even able to get inside the theater.
Where the @#$% are family values when I need them!!!
Because these people had absolutely no respect for family values, the only force that was awakened for me today was a voice in my head that reminded me that I’m alone on Christmas, which is a horrible, terrible, evil holiday.
I was so frustrated on the drive home. I’d put on my Star Wars shirt like the geeky fanboy that I am, and convinced myself that being alone on Christmas wouldn’t be so bad because I’d have my friends from a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away to keep me company.
The Force is not strong with this Modern Philosopher.
Nor are family values strong with my fellow Mainers.
It turned out to be a crappier Christmas than expected. I feel like the Darth Vader on my tee shirt has beckoned me to the Dark Side, and I’ve given in to his call.