Humbug wakes early this year

Last year on Black Friday, I bought glass ornaments and yarn. This year, I am thinking about actually doing Christmas shopping.

And that’s ridiculous.

I am not immune to Christmas, of course: the shiny lucre, the stuffs-getting. But how much stuffs do you and I really need? Not very much. I would wager that if you are here and reading this blog, you’re in my circle, and that renders unto you certain privileges: shelter, food, people who love you, and EXTRA TOYS (like teh internets). Granted, many more people have more toys, better toys, toys with more flashing lights! And this is not to say they should not – it’s the only life you have, and after all, stuffs is very nice.

But it’s just stuffs. Humanity has gone to fodder in its quest for stuffs – the finding of it, the mining of it, the buying and selling of it. I, at least, have too often wanted things that I do not need, and convinced myself I would never be happy until I have it (whatever it is) – of course, only to get it and realize that it did not make a hair’s breadth of difference in how happy I am. I have Wanters disease, the only known cure being a good swift kick in the ass to remind me of how goddamn lucky I am to have breath still in me, relative health, and the love and respect of a good man.

How’s that for badass!?

;)