Well, now that Halloween and Thanksgiving are officially in the bag, we are pretty much halfway through the Holiday season with just Christmas and New Year’s left.
Oops, my bad, we also still have Kwanzaa, can’t forget Kwanzaa. And while we are making up holidays we might as well throw Festivus in there for good measure.
While each holiday tends to have its own unique traditions, the one that has become almost universal across the board is the idea of overeating.
That being said, no other holiday embodies gluttony quite like Thanksgiving. Now I like food as much as the next guy, but I don’t see how eating myself into a food coma should be a measure of how great the holiday was.
It’s actually become a part of the well wishing: you get told “Happy Thanksgiving” followed by a “Hope you get to stuff your face!” I’m never quite sure how to respond to that.
I don’t know about you, but that to me it is basically the same thing as someone saying they hope you get fat. I guess Thanksgiving has become the one day of the year when you can say to a girl “I hope you get fat” and she will take it as a kind-hearted remark and not an insult. Context is a wonderful thing.
That being said, no other holiday embodies gluttony quite like Thanksgiving. Now I like food as much as the next guy, but I don’t see how eating myself into a food coma should be a measure of how great the holiday was.
It’s actually become a part of the well wishing: you get told “Happy Thanksgiving” followed by a “Hope you get to stuff your face!” I’m never quite sure how to respond to that.
I don’t know about you, but that to me it is basically the same thing as someone saying they hope you get fat. I guess Thanksgiving has become the one day of the year when you can say to a girl “I hope you get fat” and she will take it as a kind-hearted remark and not an insult. Context is a wonderful thing.
Another wonderful holiday tradition is the mass text. “Happy Thanksgiving,” “Merry Christmas,” “Happy/Merry Kwanzaa(?)”
This is the time of year when unlimited text messaging comes in handy, especially if you still have to deal with those weirdos who don’t have iPhones and iMessage. Come on people it’s 2012, just conform already.
This is the time of year when unlimited text messaging comes in handy, especially if you still have to deal with those weirdos who don’t have iPhones and iMessage. Come on people it’s 2012, just conform already.
Anyway, as I received and sent these messages, I started to realize that in the hustle and bustle of now being a “New Yorker,” I had in essence become the very thing that I used to accuse friends of being.
I would always jokingly guilt trip them about how once they moved to New York City, they became too cool for everyone else and couldn’t be bothered to stay in touch. But now that I actually took a moment to stop and think, this Thanksgiving made me see that I had actually fallen into the same pattern.
I would always jokingly guilt trip them about how once they moved to New York City, they became too cool for everyone else and couldn’t be bothered to stay in touch. But now that I actually took a moment to stop and think, this Thanksgiving made me see that I had actually fallen into the same pattern.
So what is it about this wonderful city that sucks us in and leaves little else for the outside world? The best answer I can muster up is that with the pace of life and the limitless options to do any and everything, there is just always something that demands your time and attention. I guess it’s not something that people who don’t live here could ever really understand, which is why whatever you say to them will always come across as a lame excuse.
Well I guess that’s what occasions like Thanksgiving are there for. Somewhere in between the food coma and the football games, they give us some breathing room to connect with friends and family who perhaps we don’t always get the opportunity to catch up with.
A simple message to an old friend as you’re thumbing through your contacts often goes a long way and once again opens up the doors of communication that may otherwise have remained shut.
A simple message to an old friend as you’re thumbing through your contacts often goes a long way and once again opens up the doors of communication that may otherwise have remained shut.
So, to all my friends who think that I have moved to the big city and forgotten about you, I would like to offer this as an apology of sorts. You are certainly in my thoughts and prayers even though I don’t call or text as much as I probably should.
In closing, I would just like to take this opportunity to once again wish you all Happy Holidays and I hope that you get really, really fat!
In closing, I would just like to take this opportunity to once again wish you all Happy Holidays and I hope that you get really, really fat!
Featured Image by Dianne Rosete on Flickr
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